“They’re bastards, all of them,” Shawn repeated.“But I doubt they’d do anything like this.”
At least, he hoped he was right about that.
He frowned down at his shoes as he pondered the general oddity that was the Forsythe-Drew clan.
“She won’t go if you give her a choice,” he told them.“Not since she went on Friday night.”
“Why did she go then?”
He jerked a shoulder.“She goes every month.”
Marc blinked.“If I’d needed a clue as to how close they were, that’s it.”
“Are you tighter with your relatives?”
Ryan grunted.“They all live on the compound.You can’t get away from them.”
“She’ll love that,” Shawn commented wryly, a quick grin slashing across his face at how hard that would be for El to handle.She was shit with family, because she’d had crappy examples to work with.
Not her fault, but she’d always sucked when it came down to meeting her few exes’ friends and relatives.
“We’re not in each other’s pockets,” Trip retorted.“This subdivision is probably a lot bigger than either of you realize.”
He shrugged.“They’re not my…”
Trip grinned.“Yeah.They are your in-laws too.”
Shawn scrubbed a hand over his jaw and said it how it was… “Aww, shit.”
Chapter 10
Afew nights later, when El climbed into bed, she had to admit to being a little wary.
They’d said they were going to take this slow, and she wanted that.She really did.But at the same time, she didn’t want to be alone in bed another night either.
They’d already given her time to get used to the new status quo, but their patience had to be dying a death, surely?
How would this develop, she asked herself.
Who’d go first?
El clenched her eyes shut at that embarrassing thought.
She’d never thought to be in a situation where men would ‘go first’ with her, but here she was.Four lovers.Supposedly.
Well, no supposed about it.
She had four lovers, she just didn’t know what to do with them.
Okay, that was even more embarrassing.
She’d had sex.Of course she had.Not good sex, but sex.How would she even take four lovers?
Could she?
And what were the sleeping arrangements?
Marc had told her on Saturday—God, that seemed like a lifetime ago—that she’d never sleep alone again, and yet, here she was.In bed.Alone.
