“Okay.”
“Here are Calvin and Gabe,” Hamish adds, nodding in the general direction of the entrance.
I grin as my Doms approach, my heart fluttering at the sight of them. I can’t get over how lucky I am to have met them. For a moment, I’m sure they're going to come and stand on either side to kiss me, but they hesitate and hang back, their gazes shifting to Lexi.
Lexi tips her head to the side as she looks at them.
“Lexi, this is Calvin and Gabe,” I say, gesturing to them in turn. “My boyfriends.”
My niece’s lips part, and her eyes widen. “Boyfriends?” She blinks.
“Yes.”
“You havetwo?”
“Yes.” I glance at Corey. He agreed to this, so I’m hoping he’s not regretting it.
Lexi grins, hops off her chair, approaches Calvin and Gabe, and holds her good hand out. “I’m Lexi. How do you do?”
Calvin crouches down and shakes her hand daintily. He’s huge in comparison to her. “I’m very well, thank you. Blake has told us lots about you.”
Her grin gets wider.
Gabe takes a turn to shake her hand.
“Will you sign my cast?” Lexi asks. “I’m getting it off soon, but I’m going to keep it. Have you ever broken any bones?”
“I broke my nose,” Gabe says, tapping the side of it.
Lexi gasps. “How?”
“Playing rugby. I ended up on the bottom of a scrum pile, with my face smashed into the grass.”
“Ouch!”
“It was painful.”
“I fell in the playground,” Lexi says as though having broken a bone is some kind of badge of honour.
Thankfully, it’s not a club I’m part of.
“Have you broken a bone?” Lexi asks Calvin.
“Not yet.” He touches the wooden table.
I arch an eyebrow. I hadn't realised he was even remotely superstitious. Calvin catches my eye and shrugs.
Lexi leads them to the table, changing seats so she can sit between them. I guess I’ve lost my boyfriends for the duration of the meal. Not that I mind.
We order drinks and then go to get our food from the carvery counter. Lexi loads her small plate up far too high. She even manages to sweet-talk the server into giving her an extra Yorkshire pudding.
“How’s the writing going?” Calvin asks Hamish once we’re all back at the table.
“Coming along,” Hamish replies. “Archie is making sure I stay on track.”
Archie blushes and dips his chin. I notice Hamish move his hand under the table. I imagine he’s resting it on Archie’s leg. It’s a sweet, low-key gesture that shows how comfortable they are together.
“I’m just doing my job,” Archie says.
