“You don’t…ah…you know.” Her hands waved through the air in lieu of words when she chickened out on asking the gay question.
“Do Ryan and I fuck each other?” Caleb chuckled, unperturbed.
“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to ask.”
“Nope,” Ryan said, the appearance of faint laugh lines around his eyes betraying his amusement. “We’ve shared women, but that’s as close as we get.”
Caleb winked at her. “I know his bad habits. There’s no way I could overlook his snoring.”
“I don’t snore,” Ryan protested.
It was easy to see the two men were close and comfortable in their skins. The confidence thing again—it got her every time. “How long have you known each other?”
“Since we were five,” Ryan said.
“And you’ve been friends ever since?”
Caleb shrugged, his muscular shoulders attracting her attention. “We have a lot in common.”
“So what do you do?” Julia decided the normal getting-to-know-you questions would work as well as flirting and giggling. She assumed what they wanted. The question was did she want the same thing.
“We’re in sales,” Ryan said.
“Selling what?”
Caleb grimaced. “Entertainment. Music mainly, but don’t make us talk about work. It’s the weekend.”
“Time for recreation,” Ryan added in a husky voice.
Julia laughed, amused by the pair and already stepping past temptation into certainty. Ryan and Caleb pushed all the right buttons on her libido. “What did you think of the band tonight?”
“They’re going places,” Caleb said. “I understand they’re popular in Australia.”
A grin hovered around Ryan’s mouth. “What did you think?”
“I want to jump the lead singer.” Julia clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening at her blurted thoughts.
A moment of startled silence followed before Ryan and Caleb chortled.
“Why didn’t you proposition him? He might have said yes,” Caleb said.
“Please,” Julia said. “I bet half the females in the pub tried something suggestive on one of those guys. Their disguises are a masterstroke. It keeps everyone guessing, and when they hit the big time, they’ll have their anonymity.”
Ryan cocked his head. “You think they’re that good?”
“I do. No one talked over the music tonight. That’s a sign of better than good, and their sex appeal doesn’t hurt either.”
“We’d better pay attention, Ryan. The lady has spoken, and her tip might come in handy with our job.”
Ryan winked, and sexual awareness tugged at Julia’s nipples. His grin spread the glide of invisible fingers over her body, and a tremor of pleasure worked down her spine. Her breath caught. She intended to do this—sleep with two attractive strangers.
Their apartment surprised her with its tidiness. Caleb picked up a remote from the arm of a battered sofa and the mellow sounds of a fifties ballad filled the room.
“Would you like to dance?” Ryan tugged her into his arms before she replied, and she automatically fell into step with him. The music didn’t fit her expectations either. That would teach her to make snap judgments.
“Fifties music?” she asked.
A body moved behind her and another set of masculine hands touched her, cupping her hips gently as he swayed to the rhythm. Julia relaxed, enjoying the music and the two hard male bodies corralling her.
