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But she quickly dismissed that notion as that old, familiar self-doubt set in.

Seriously, they’re hot. You’re… not. They don’t want the plain, mousy girl.

“Go shower!” she finally said, shooing them away. “I’m going to start cooking.”

“What are you making?” Cane asked.

“How about spaghetti?”

“You’re speaking my language,” he replied with a grin.

“I’ll have it ready by the time you’re out,” she said, giving a little wave as they started to leave.

But each one stopped, turned, and gave her one last look.

They still wore those suggestive smirks.

And Daisy just about melted.

CHAPTER FIVE

Daisy had all the ingredients except the noodles, which were of course a big part of spaghetti.

“Hmm.” She tapped her chin as she stood in front of the opened pantry, looking at all the options. “Wonder if they’re okay with penne.”

There was only one way to find out. She spun around on her heels and walked briskly from the kitchen, through a portion of the main room, and into the side door that led to their sleeping quarters. She had an open invitation to go in anytime—though she rarely took it. She didn’t want to be weird. But she needed to get close enough so that they could hear her. And it wasn’t as if she was going to barge right into the showers, anyway. She’d stay far enough away from the bathroom as to not invade their privacy.

“Hey, guys! Is…” Her words trailed off. She gasped and covered her mouth.

The guys hadn’t made it into the showers yet. But they’d shirked out of their clothes. They weren’t wearing a stitch, standing in the room, towels in hand as they made their way toward the bathroom.

“Shit!” Daisy cried.

Their backs were to her, but that view was just as good as a front one. Their bodies were corded with knotty strength and bulging muscles. Their asses were tight, perfectly formed below their taut, tapered waists.

At her outburst, they stopped walking, turned around, and smiled at her.

Giving her a front view.

A very clear one.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she said, stumbling backwards, her eyes growing huge as she struggled to comprehend the sight of their massive cocks dangling between their legs.

“Sorry!” she yelled before turning around and scrambling from the room. In her effort to evacuate the vicinity as quickly as possible, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.

The trio rushed to her side, eager to check on her.

The men squatted low and put hands on her back and shoulders.

“You okay?” Cane asked.

“Uh, am I… okay?” she said.

Her eyes were even more transfixed on the men, now that their members wereso freaking close to her.

So close.

She could easily just reach out and touch them. Open her mouth and inch her lips toward one. Or two. Maybe all three.

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