“Like what? Walk around?”

“Uh, stalk me. Stalk them. Stalk you and Rusty.”

“Okay, for starters, let the fucker come after me. I dare him. Secondly, your guys can take care of themselves. It’s not like their jobs are in jeopardy or anything. You are a lot older now than you were then. You have job security. Letting Sam win this mindfuck means he still has control of you and your life. Don’t give him that control any longer. You’re acting like the fucker’s got you in chains and he doesn’t.”

Rebecca thought about that. “You think I made a mistake?”

“Uh, duh! Have you at least talked to Logan and Toby?”

“No.” Self-doubt flooded in. “I left after they went to work.”

“I supposed you left them some stupid note, too?”

“Yes.”

“Dammit, you are a grown fucking woman. Act like it!”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I am going to yell at you when you’ve got two hot, gorgeous guys who love you and want to be with you, and you’re running like a scared rabbit, because, what, some douchecanoe might do something? You don’t even know what he might or might not do. You let him win this without even fighting back. Dammit, I wish you’d called me before you left.”

“You would have told me not to leave.”

“Fuck, yes, I would have told you not to leave!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“I’m not yelling at you!” Eliza dropped her voice. “Sorry. I’m not yelling at you.”

“Then what are you saying I should do.”

“Uh, for starters, call your guys. They’re probably freaking out worried right now. Then get your ass back on the road first thing in the morning for Sarasota. And let them spank you for this bullshit, for me if for no other reason, because I damn sure want to spank you. And not in the fun and sexy way, either!”

“I can’t call them right now.” She felt too ashamed. “I’ll call them in the morning.” She looked at Chewi. Yes, it was probably her imagination, but he’d been giving her stink-eye all day, a recriminating expression that seemed full of judgment and blame.

You took me away from my friends with the good nommies, stoopid woman. Why are we here again and not with the friends with the nommies? They were perfectly good minuns.

Eliza let out an aggravated sigh before she hounded Rebecca in her ear again. “Fine. I’ll call them. So tell me ‘yes, ma’am, I will drive home tomorrow.’”

“I still don’t know—”

“Did I tell you to say that?” Eliza barked. “You make me get in a car and drive up wherever the hell you are and drag your ass back down here to Florida, I will be spanking you myself when I find you. And don’t forget, I can find you! At the very least, you owe those two men a face-to-face good-bye, not some bullshit letter. Understand?”

She hated to admit her friend was right, but her friend was right. “Okay, I will.”

“Thank you.” Eliza sounded slightly mollified. “Now, I’m going to call them and tell them you’ll be back tomorrow, and not to worry about you. That you freaked out about Sam, but you’ll see them tomorrow night. Correct?”

“Yes. Fine.”

“No, not fine. You will do it.”

“Okay, I get it. I screwed up.”

“Thank you. Finally. Those two are stupid-crazy over you and you just go running scared. They’re not abusive asshats, and if you let Sam run you away from them, you’re letting Sam run you away from the best thing to hit your life in a long damn while.”

Chewi stared at her. Besides me.

“Let me get off of here. My phone’s almost dead,” she fibbed.

“Okay. Call me when you get back on the road tomorrow.”

“Thanks. I will.”

She looked up and realized her tablet was still turned on. She’d flipped it from cellular to Wi-Fi mode upon arriving in the park but had forgotten to shut it down.

Walking down to the front of the cabin, she picked it up and turned it off. Turning, she spotted Chewi sitting up on the bed, glaring at her.

“All right, we’re driving back to Sarasota tomorrow. Happy?”

He let out a little chuffing noise and proceeded to lie down again.

Dammit, I really need to get my head examined.

Chapter Eleven

The stress and the drive must have exhausted Rebecca, because even though her brain raced, and her heart hurt, she dropped off to sleep. She only realized that because she startled awake at the sound of someone knocking on her door.

The first thought to flit through her mind was that, somehow, Sam had tracked and found her.

As sleep fled her system, she realized that wasn’t likely, especially since it was two male voices calling out her name.

Male voices that sounded like Toby and Logan.

She got up and peeked through the galley window and saw, yes, it was Logan and Toby.

When she unlocked the door and let them in, they swarmed her, kissing her, hugging her.

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again,” Logan said, crushing her against him. “We’re liable to spank you for this.”

“How did you find me? I only talked to Eliza a little while ago.”

“Waze,” Toby said. “Took us nearly an hour, but we found your icon.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Please, please don’t keep running from Sam. Don’t run from us. We can protect you from him.”

“We love you,” Logan said. “We won’t let him near you. He tries, he’ll be sorry.”

She finally lost it, sobbing, her face buried against Toby’s shirt. “I’m sorry. I freaked out and all those old memories and fear and everything just came flooding back. Eliza told me she and Rusty talked to Derrick and Kel and Sam’s banned from the club now.”

Logan turned her to face him, his intense hazel gaze boring into her. “She told us when she called us a little bit ago. We were almost here already. We love you, and we will protect you. Let him try something. He’ll end up in jail this time.”

“I’m sorry I bolted.”

Logan pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. “We’ll never force you to stay with us, baby, but please, at least give us a chance.”

Behind her, Toby pressed in close. “We love you. Let us do what we do best, and let us protect you.”

“If you let him break us up,” Logan said, “he wins. Again. It’s time to stop ceding the victories to him without a fight. It’s time we stand our ground, united, and put an end to this bullshit.”

She nodded. “You’re right.”

“Of course he’s right,” Toby said. “And like he said, we’ll never force you to stay with us. Ever. We only want you with us if you want to be with us. But don’t let some asshole who isn’t fit to wipe your shoes on be the reason you leave us. Please?”

From the back of the RV, Chewi barked. When they looked, they saw him standing on the bed, staring down the hallway at them.

I was sleeping, stoopid humans. Can we get back to normal? Oh, hi, friends with good nommies.

“I think that was him agreeing with us,” Logan said.

She nodded. “Probably.”

Locking the door behind them, they headed for the bedroom and stripped, evicting Chewi from his spot as they took over the bunk.

“Not quite as large as the bed at home,” Toby said as he climbed on top of her and kissed her, “but we’ll make do.”

Logan reached into his pants pocket and fished out a strip of three condoms. “Good thing I thought ahead at one of the gas stops.” He turned around on his back. With Toby’s help, he got her in a sixty-nine while Toby rolled one of the condoms onto his shaft. It wasn’t for diseases, since they’d all gotten tested. But she’d just started on the pill again and an oopsie wasn’t in their plans right now.

She moaned around Logan’s cock as Toby slid his deep inside her. Between Logan’s talented mouth licking and sucking on her clit, and Toby’s cock fucking her pussy, it didn’t take them long to get her started coming.