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Automatyczne logowanie. A Linger story. They called her their Songbird, but she was never theirs. Not in the way she wanted. The Donovan brothers meant everything to Emily, but rejected by Greer and Taggert, she turned to Sean, the youngest. He married her for love, and she loved him, but she also loved his older brothers. Her singing launched her to stardom. She had it all. The voice of an angel, a husband who loved her, and the adoration of millions. Until a tragedy took it all away. They take her back to Montana, determined to help her heal and show her once and for all they want her. Under the protective shield of their love, she begins to blossom… until an old threat resurfaces. Now the Donovans face a fight for what they once threw away. Only by winning it—and her love—will their songbird fly again. This book is a work of fiction.

At five in the morning? No one was getting in unless she let them. The knock sounded again. Harder this time. She flinched and hastily stood, her heart beating in a vicious cadence.

She could pretend to be asleep. Or not at home. Hesitating, she turned away from the door only to yank back around when the knocking persisted. Damp palms wiped nervously on her pajama top. The sooner she answered the door and sent them on their way, the better.

It took everything she had to make that walk across the living room to the door. She put her palm on the surface and leaned forward to peer out the peephole. She gasped, blinked, stepped back then surged forward again, straining to see. Her stomach plummeted. Oh God. Greer and Taggert Donovan stood in the hallway, their expressions grim—and determined. How had they found her? Stupid question.

She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on the door. Not now. Maybe never.

How was she to look at them knowing how much they reminded her of Sean? Of how much she loved Sean? Of how much she loved Greer and Taggert. Her fingers splayed out over the wood as if she could touch them through the barrier. She turned her head so that her cheek pressed against the surface and then reached for the top lock, letting her hand rest on it without moving it.

As she turned it, the click echoed harshly. With shaking fingers, she worked down until she reached the last. She grasped the knob and turned, cracking the door and bracing her free hand on the frame. Her gaze met and locked first with Taggert and then Greer. They filled the doorway, the entire hallway, and God, they looked just as she remembered.

Stetsons, faded jeans and boots. For the longest time she stared and they stared back. Then Greer stepped forward but halted when she retreated a step. Then he simply opened his arms.

The first step was the hardest, but suddenly she found herself in his warm embrace. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the faint smells of tobacco and horses, two scents that seemed permanently branded on him. Her eyes were so dry they hurt. He lifted her and walked with her into the apartment. Taggert closed the door behind them, and she turned to see him fingering the locks, a scowl on his face.

It made her sound so heartless. Not at the hospital when they told her Sean was gone. Not at his funeral or afterward when they buried him in the family plot on Mountain Pass land. Not in the many months since. Crying made it all so…final. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. It felt so good to be back in his arms. Taggert made an impatient sound, and she pulled away from Greer to stare at the oldest Donovan brother.

We would have taken care of you. The MPR is your home. Long before you married Sean. And now we find you holed up like a prisoner in an apartment in the city. You hate the city. I told him not to look for me. We all are. Taggert threw up one hand and turned away, his entire body simmering with frustration. Then he turned back around and pinned her with the force of his stare.

Warm, liquid chocolate. She only hesitated a moment before she walked into his arms. He hugged her fiercely, stealing her breath with the force of his grip. But God, for the first time in a year, she felt safe. His breath whispered roughly over her hair, her only signal of the turmoil that rolled beneath his tough exterior. The words were lodged in her throat, so thick and swollen she feared choking. She concentrated on breathing, taking in his solid strength and the crisp, clean smell of his shirt.

He still used the same detergent, the same plain deodorant. No frills, no aftershave, no cologne. He pried her away from him, holding her shoulders as he stared down at her. You belong at home.

Sean would want you there. Not locked away here in some strange city, afraid to leave your apartment. Would not give in to the grief slicing her insides up.

It had been a year. In time. He sank lower in his seat as the plane began its taxi. She looked down at her hands, surprised at how numb she still was even after being dragged out of her apartment by the two brothers.

It was all a little surreal, and at any moment she expected to wake up staring at her plain white ceiling just like every other day. Taggert reached over and folded his hand over hers, his thumb rubbing over the side of her wrist. Greer sighed and shifted uncomfortably, his knees pressing into the seat in front of him. Greer shifted his arm up and over her, and she nestled into the crook of his shoulder.

Taggert kept hold of her hand, and it struck her that this was the only time in years either man had allowed himself to touch her. Why now? Why were they changing their approach with her?

Now, when it was too late. Four years ago she would have given her soul for them to understand, for them to accept her love—for all of them. Sean had understood. Her anger surprised her, sudden like a flashflood. Had he felt her anger? Could he sense it boiling?

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Not here. Maybe never, but definitely not here, trapped with all these people. She willed herself to go to sleep, if for no other reason than to avoid meaningless chitchat, or worse, a conversation that had the potential to reopen old wounds. The plane was nearly empty, and Taggert pulled himself out of his seat and into the aisle before reaching a hand back for her.

Still fighting the heavy veil of sleep, she allowed him to pull her from her seat. She stumbled a little, and Tagg caught her with a firm hand to her elbow. Taggert and Greer made her feel safe. They always had. Barely aware of her surroundings, she managed to walk dazedly off the plane. She stood at the gate, confused by where to go next.

Greer slipped an arm around her waist and urged her forward. There were no suitcases to collect.

At five in the morning? No one was getting in unless she let them. The knock sounded again. Harder this time. She flinched and hastily stood, her heart beating in a vicious cadence. She could pretend to be asleep. Or not at home. Hesitating, she turned away from the door only to yank back around when the knocking persisted. Damp palms wiped nervously on her pajama top.

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The sooner she answered the door and sent them on their way, the better. It took everything she had to make that walk across the living room to the door. She put her palm on the surface and leaned forward to peer out the peephole. She gasped, blinked, stepped back then surged forward again, straining to see. Her stomach plummeted. Oh God. Greer and Taggert Donovan stood in the hallway, their expressions grim—and determined.

How had they found her? Stupid question. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on the door. Not now. Maybe never. How was she to look at them knowing how much they reminded her of Sean?

Of how much she loved Sean?

Of how much she loved Greer and Taggert. Her fingers splayed out over the wood as if she could touch them through the barrier. She turned her head so that her cheek pressed against the surface and then reached for the top lock, letting her hand rest on it without moving it.

As she turned it, the click echoed harshly. With shaking fingers, she worked down until she reached the last. She grasped the knob and turned, cracking the door and bracing her free hand on the frame. Her gaze met and locked first with Taggert and then Greer. They filled the doorway, the entire hallway, and God, they looked just as she remembered. Stetsons, faded jeans and boots. For the longest time she stared and they stared back. Then Greer stepped forward but halted when she retreated a step.

Then he simply opened his arms. The first step was the hardest, but suddenly she found herself in his warm embrace. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the faint smells of tobacco and horses, two scents that seemed permanently branded on him.

Her eyes were so dry they hurt. He lifted her and walked with her into the apartment.

Taggert closed the door behind them, and she turned to see him fingering the locks, a scowl on his face. It made her sound so heartless. Not at the hospital when they told her Sean was gone.

Not at his funeral or afterward when they buried him in the family plot on Mountain Pass land. Not in the many months since. Crying made it all so…final. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed.

It felt so good to be back in his arms. Taggert made an impatient sound, and she pulled away from Greer to stare at the oldest Donovan brother. We would have taken care of you.

The MPR is your home. Long before you married Sean. And now we find you holed up like a prisoner in an apartment in the city. You hate the city. I told him not to look for me. We all are. Taggert threw up one hand and turned away, his entire body simmering with frustration. Then he turned back around and pinned her with the force of his stare. Warm, liquid chocolate. She only hesitated a moment before she walked into his arms. He hugged her fiercely, stealing her breath with the force of his grip.

But God, for the first time in a year, she felt safe. His breath whispered roughly over her hair, her only signal of the turmoil that rolled beneath his tough exterior. The words were lodged in her throat, so thick and swollen she feared choking.

She concentrated on breathing, taking in his solid strength and the crisp, clean smell of his shirt. He still used the same detergent, the same plain deodorant. No frills, no aftershave, no cologne. He pried her away from him, holding her shoulders as he stared down at her.

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You belong at home. Sean would want you there. Not locked away here in some strange city, afraid to leave your apartment. Would not give in to the grief slicing her insides up. It had been a year. In time. He sank lower in his seat as the plane began its taxi. She looked down at her hands, surprised at how numb she still was even after being dragged out of her apartment by the two brothers. It was all a little surreal, and at any moment she expected to wake up staring at her plain white ceiling just like every other day.

Taggert reached over and folded his hand over hers, his thumb rubbing over the side of her wrist.

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