Not moving back, not giving in, Eva shook her head. “You don’t know that. It might fit—” 

Her words stopped dead when Linc’s hand covered hers. Rough. Big. Warm. She was so distracted she barely noticed he’d slowly uncurled her fingers and her hand was empty. 

“Hey! I was using that.“

“And it wasn’t working, so stop.” He pulled it farther away and out of her reach.

“Does this sound like some sort of weird foreplay to anyone else, or just me?” Ethan asked in a low voice nearby, but not low enough. 

Eva spun to send the tall cowboy a scathing glare, but only for a fraction of a moment before she turned back. 

She had to keep an eye on what Linc was doing with the ornate antique key they’d been trying to wrestle into the lock of the secret compartment she’d found under the big old desk in the Wilder study.  

“Don’t let her hear you say that or she’ll be forcing that key somewhere else that it doesn’t fit,” Poppy warned her boyfriend, who also happened to be Linc’s brother Ethan Wilder.

“I can hear you,” Eva said without turning around, her gaze glued to Linc’s fingers as he flipped the key around and tried it upside down. 

She’d already tried that and it hadn’t worked. But of course, being a man and a know-it-all, he had to try himself.

Ugh. Wilder men. They were all destined to drive her crazy.