“Wait, I want to get my camera. I need to be prepared.”
“This isn’t a game. It’s not a story in a book or a tame movie. Ma doesn’t like you, Fiona. She’ll hurt you if she gets the chance.”
“Me? But why? I have done nothing wrong. I arrived last night and haven’t had time to offend the locals.” She glanced at Stig and saw knowledge in his gaze. A blush took her by surprise. “Much.”
“You’re corrupting her precious sons,” Stig said. “That’s enough for Ma to take a violent dislike to any woman.”
She allowed Stig to direct her from the den and along the corridor leading to the bedrooms.
“In here,” Stig ordered and shoved her through the second door.
“Please, can I get my camera?”
Stig let out a testy sigh. “Where is it?”
“In Leif’s room with my day pack.”
Stig issued a testy growl. “That’s something else we will talk about.”
Heat invaded her cheeks again, along with an uncomfortable, edgy emotion of shame. She wasn’t sure how last night with Leif had happened. Not that she regretted a thing. She’d enjoyed the sex. Quite a bit, and she liked Leif. She liked all the Swenson brothers, which made their mother’s accusations uncomfortably close to the truth.
Maybe shehadedged into sluttish behavior.
One Swenson brother.Pick one!
Stig disappeared and reappeared a brief time later with her camera in hand. The roars from his brothers and mother sounded louder, and he cast a worried glance at the entranceway. He slammed his bedroom door shut and turned the lock.
“Why did you sleep with Leif last night?” Stig demanded.
Fiona snatched her camera off him. “Because I wanted to,” she snapped. “I like him, just as I like you and Kirk.”
Some of his anger lifted, and he cocked his head, gaze watchful. “Would you spend tonight with me?”
She listened to the shivers of anticipation in her gut and the rush of her pulse rate. A heady sense of excitement filled her, and she ignored her stern inner prude who warned her she owned the tramp label.
“Yes,” she blurted before she second-guessed herself. “There’s something wrong with me. I’m attracted to all of you.” She studied her fingernails while she waited for his reaction. He’d tell her she wasn’t normal.
She was sick…
“What about Arve and Josef?”
Not what she’d guessed he’d say.
Normally she would’ve told him to mind his business. She would’ve told him he was crazy. Good girls didn’t sleep around, and especially bed hop between brothers. But something in his intense gaze made her tell the truth.
“It’s not right,” she said slowly. “But you give me courage, a sense of well-being. You treat me with respect. When I see you… You’re so big and strong and plain gorgeous. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to kiss and touch? I see the way your brothers look at me, and it makes me feel beautiful.” She sent a smile in his direction and suspected that it held more than a trace of irony. “It’s a simple jump to sex after that.”
“Thank you for being honest, honey pie. From my end, you’re strong and sexy. I adore your curves and your attitude, the fact you were willing to pitch in and help us load the sleds. There is nothing about you I don’t like.”
“I read romance novels,” she blurted.
“When we get a quiet moment, you can read one to me,” he said and winked at her. “I’ll consider it research.”
“Um, okay,” she whispered, stunned by his easy acceptance.
The growls and roars continued, growing louder.
Fiona glanced at the locked bedroom door. “Will Kirk and Leif be all right?”
