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his way through this.
Listen to me, dammit, he growled, his own anger surfacing then, surprising her. She had rarely seen
Brock angry. You don t want Sam like this, Heather. None of us do. It won t solve anything. It will do
nothing but destroy him.
Taken aback by the surprising display, Heather could only watch, her eyes narrowed, suspicion beating
a warning tattoo within her chest.
Or heal him, she offered quietly. Why don t you want Sam upset, Brock? Aren t you upset? Are you
taking this stalker thing without a worry or a shred of anger?
His lips thinned, the muscle at the side of his cheek throbbing as he obviously fought his own sense of
helpless frustration.
Listen to me, Heather. There are things you don t understand here. Things you don t want to
understand and you sure as hell don t want Sam thinking about.
And I m supposed to stop him, how? She shook her head, spreading her hands out before him as she
watched him with angry frustration. Am I supposed to fuck him to keep him from thinking?
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If you have to, he growled, then more softly. If you love him, Heather, like I think you do, then
whatever it takes should be all that matters.
The welling sense of fear rising inside her couldn t be ignored.
What are you not telling me, Brock? She crossed her arms over her breasts, watching him impatiently,
angrily.
He looked away, and Heather could have sworn she caught a flash of guilt in his gaze.
Nothing that would help you, he finally sighed.
Right now, anything would help. Sam doesn t want me&
That s bullshit. His hand sliced through the air impatiently. Sam wants you until he can t walk for the
hard-on he s packin . This has nothing to do with lust, Heather, and everything to do with his feelings
toward you.
I can t make him come to my bed, Brock, she sighed wearily. And I ll be damned if I ll try.
Heather&
Brock, enough. The lengthening shadow of Sam s broad form entered the stable entrance.
Heather s head whipped to the side, her eyes widening at the hard, cold edge to Sam s voice. Brock
whipped around, his body suddenly defensive, prepared.
Sam. Brock shook his head again.
I don t need your protection any more than I need Cade s. Sam s voice was low, thick, with a
white-hot throb of rage. Nor do I need you pimping for me.
Heather winced. Takes a whore for a pimp to work, Sam. You re not just insulting your brother here.
His gaze speared toward her, and though she couldn t see his eyes for the piercing sunlight behind him,
she could feel the intensity in them. For a moment she regretted drawing his attention to her.
Get serious, he growled, though the restraint in his voice caused her to wince.
We re worried, Sam& Brock began.
Brock, let it rest& Heather interrupted him, knowing he would try to smooth the event over, to ease
Sam s anger.
Goddammit, I m not a fucking bone for you two to fight over, he snarled, moving into the barn. What
do you want, Brock? A nice little joke, how about another prank? Let s pretend the world is fine when
we fucking know better.
Throttled rage, agony, need. They all reflected in his voice. Heather s heart broke as she watched him
and as she glanced at Brock, she knew his was as well. Sam s expression was dark, his face lined with
both his fury and his pain. And Heather had a terrible, wrenching feeling that when it all spewed to the
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surface, none of them would be left unscathed.
Brock raked his fingers through his hair as he glanced at her. Heather could only shake her head. She
wasn t about to help him. Sooner or later they would have to realize that Sam no longer needed their
protection, all he needed was their support.
I ll leave you two alone. She headed for the entrance.
Fuck that. Who do you think I came back for? Sam caught her arm as she made to move past him.
You, Heather, not my interfering brother.
Sam. Brock stepped forward as though in protection.
Heather watched as Sam s head whipped around, his expression harsh, defined by the years of pain
they had all suffered.
You re upset. You should calm down&
The smile that crossed Sam s face did little to still the nervous tremor that fluttered through Heather s
body.
Do you think I would hurt her, Brock? His voice was silky smooth, but they all heard the undercurrent
that ripped beneath it. He was pushing his brother, and Heather wondered why.
Would you, Sam? Brock asked him quietly.
Sam shook his head. As Heather watched, the anger drained away and bleak sadness replaced it. She
could see the sense of betrayal in his expression, his knowledge that for some reason, he wasn t trusted.
I ve never put so much as a bruise on Marly and Sarah, Brock. Never. Why the hell would you think I
would hurt Heather?
Chapter Seventeen
Fuck. Brock s face twisted with his own pain, the curse slipping past his lips with a tone laced heavily
with self-disgust. Hell, Sam, I know you won t hurt her physically. It s not her body I m worried about.
Dammit, you shouldn t make her cry either. That s just as bad.
Sam watched his brother, seeing the truth, the fact that Brock knew he would never truly hurt Heather.
For a moment, everything in his body had twisted in agony, and he smelled the blood, the death, and he
wondered& He shook his head, trying to shake away the dark pain along with it. The women were all
that mattered. Their laughter, their happiness. Their happiness fed Cade s and Brock s, and in a way, his
own. Their tears made the demons rise, snapping with hungry jaws and rapacious teeth in the form of
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nightmares that none of them could escape.
He drew in a deep breath, ignoring Heather s incredulous expression at Brock s explanation. She didn t
understand, and he wondered how Marly and Sarah could.
Sarah s looking for you, Sam finally sighed, weary to the bone, filled with such a mix of emotions that
making heads or tails of them was impossible right now.
His twin shifted, glancing at Heather as though trying to convey a message. Pacify Sam. Protect Sam. He
knew it by heart, and it grated at his pride now, as it never had before.
Go, Brock, he bit out. Don t piss me off any more than I am already. Please.
Brock cursed. A mumbled sound, all the more violent for the fact that it was so quiet. He stalked from
the barn, much as Sam knew he had done himself earlier, leaving him alone with Heather.
He turned to her, watching her quietly as she stood beneath his narrowed stare. She gazed back at him
directly, never flinching. Her green eyes were dark with sadness& sadness for him. He breathed in
roughly. As much as he wanted her laughter and her happiness, he d be damned if it wouldn t make him
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