I looked down at my drink as I tried to figure out a nice way of phrasing my next question. “When you say they’re possessive…?” I couldn’t figure out a way to finish, but both women seemed to know where I was going with that statement. “Possessive as in protective,” Cara clarified, slowly circling her pint glass on the glossy wood table. “Bridgewater men put their woman first, always,” Katie said. “They believe in making sure she is always taken care of—her problems are their problems. It’s their duty to make sure she’s happy.” “And satisfied,” Cara added with a waggle of her eyebrows that had all three of us cracking up. They’d made me feel better and reassured me that Declan and Cole weren’t like Brad. What they said only reaffirmed what my gut had told me from the moment I’d met them. They were good men—kind men. They were also sexy men and they were watching me. “So what’s the verdict?” Katie asked, biting her lip to obviously keep from grinning. “Are you interested?” I opened my mouth to respond and paused. Was I? The ache between my thighs was my answer. But that’s not what she meant….