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  “So you see, it must be real.” Niall knelt next to her on one side while Gent got down on the other. “It’s a lot to take in, Sara, I know. But give it time. You’ll like it here, I’m sure of that. And you can go back any time you like to take care of business.”

  “What about Rick?” Sara hated the small tremble in her voice. She didn’t like being afraid of anyone. But a lunatic with a gun… she’d have had to be stupid not to worry some about that.

  “Right now, he’s unconscious on your steps,” Gent said after cocking his ear as if he were listening to something. “Neighbors have heard the gunshots. They’ll be calling the police, and this time Rick’s definitely going to end up in jail.”

  “And when he gets out?”

  “We make sure you never see him again.” Niall seized Sara in an all-enveloping hug. “I’m not saying life will be easy, my lady. But do you believe us now?”

  “Give me a second.” Sara stood up, supported by a bulky male arm on either side. She looked around herself at the trees, the softly rolling hills, and caught sight of a bonfire off in the distance. The faint sound of music, something lively and catchy, drifted toward them. “I’m really not dreaming?”

  “No. We are what we’ve always claimed to be. And for as long as you want, you’ll be safe here.” Niall gently turned her in his direction. “You’re the only woman in the world for Gent and myself, whether on Earth or in Under-hill. Let us serve you, love you, worship you. We will be your slaves if you only say the word.”

  Sara stared at Niall, and then looked over to Gent. “Is he kidding?”

  Gent shook his head. “You complete us, Sara. Sometimes it doesn’t take weeks or months to know when a thing is right. From the moment I saw your face, I knew you would be the one for us. Bide for a time, greet old friends and make new ones, and find a new home here where you’ll never be cheated on or thrust in danger’s way again.” He nudged his way between Niall and Sara and flashed his cocky grin. “I think we can keep each other entertained, if nothing else.”

  Sara laughed in surprise. “Okay, I’ll have to give you that. The rest of it, though…” She gazed from Niall’s dark eyes to Gent’s sparkling green ones. Both of their expressions held nothing but honesty and eagerness. None of the dark shadows she’d always seen in men’s eyes. They were what they said they were, she realized, and she’d be safe with them.

  She could even fall in love with them, if she wasn’t halfway there already.

  Squaring her shoulders, Sara took a deep breath and made up her mind. “Kiss me, Niall. You too, Gent.”

  Niall went first, cupping Sara’s chin in his hand and brushing his lips over hers, a kiss that would have been sweet if not for the naughty flicker of his tongue. “Promises to keep,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail away.

  Gent went next, wrapping his arms around Sara and holding her close. “I don’t even mind losing the motorcycles,” he said, making her giggle. “You’re worth a thousand of them put together. All that iron, besides. Gave me a rash.”

  “Sweet-talker,” Sara said with a scrunch of her nose.

  “I’m not denying it was a thrill to have that much power between my legs. But the only beauty I want to go on rides with now is the one standing in this pair of arms. You’re worth a thousand fortunes, Sara, and I can’t wait to show you how rich this world can be.” Gent kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose, then swallowed her laugh in a deep, hard lip-lock, lots of tongue and plenty of teasing. He cupped her ass in one hand and kneaded it, making her moan and draw up one leg. Memories of how he’d felt inside her flashed through her mind, making her hot and bothered.

  When Gent broke off the kiss to let Sara get some air, she rocked for a moment, and then steadied herself with a hand on either man’s chest. “All these people you want to introduce me to. Can they wait a few minutes?” She grinned slyly. “Or maybe more than a few?”

  Niall nodded. “No one even knows we’re here yet.”

  “Ciara. Is Ciara anywhere around?”

  “Oh, aye. She’ll be hearing about your arrival and come running to visit. But it’ll take a bit of time for her to reach us…”

  “Good.” Sara reached for the big man and looped her arms around his neck. “We’re having a welcome-home party, just the three of us, right here and right now. Then I’ll go face this Under-hill of yours with a smile of my lips. Do we have a bargain?”

  Niall and Gent both laughed. “You’ll fit right in,” Niall promised as he began to ease Sara down on the soft, springy grass. He lay on her right side, and Gent on the left. “Thank the Lord and Lady for broken-down bikes.”

  Sara chortled, then moaned as the two men began assaulting her bare arms, throat, and lips with kisses. She reached up to touch both of them, marveling at the fact that they were real, that all of this was actually happening, and that she had a chance to start over again.

  A new life, with two men by her side.

  Sara nodded, satisfied and at peace with herself. Starting tonight, she had nowhere to go but up. Or down.

  Wherever they wanted to fuck, that was okay by her.

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