“A woman who loves us both and possibly a future.”
Whoa. Talk about laying it all out on the table.
“And you think I can be that woman?”
“We won’t know until we give it a shot. Are you willing to do that? Try?” Shane asks hopefully.
“Like, date? Both of you?”
They both nod, zealously.
“Jennifer . . .” Shane laces his fingers with mine, so now they’re both holding one of my hands. “Do you like being called Jennifer?”
“No, I prefer Jenn,” I tell him honestly.
“Fine, Jenn.” He smiles warmly, and I soften. The power of that fucking mouth. The two of them really are seductive in their own way. “I’m sure you know as well as we do how hard it is to find someone. It’s even harder trying to find a connection with three. But when it happens, it’s like a holy trinity. And we can’t let a chance like this slip through our fingers. There’s something special about you. Chase and I both saw it immediately. And we want to explore it.”
I’m speechless. The only man who ever told me I was special is laying on his deathbed. It was hard for me to believe it when he said it; it’s even harder to believe it when Shane says it. I stare into the fire, dancing red and orange over the dark logs.
I think of last night, and the short time the three of us spent together. Even before the incident in the stairwell, I enjoyed their company. Saw something more than just two handsome faces. That has to mean something, right? But two men? Who work for the devil . . . ? That could be playing with fire. No, more like a stick of dynamite. Doubt runs rampant, but so does intrigue. I could get seriously hurt in this situation, and the only person I’d have to blame is myself.
“Jenn?” Shane jiggles my hand.
I sweep my head over to look at him. “Aholytrinity, huh?”
“As hallowed as they come.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Sounds more sanctimonious to me.”
Shane leans in closer. “Baby, if this works out, no one will be worshiped or adored more than you. There will be nothing sanctimonious about it.”
I stare blankly at Shane, trying to figure out how I made such a resounding impression in such a short amount of time. “What do you say? Baptism by fire sound at all appealing?” Flames reflect in his wide hazel eyes, making him more a demon than a deity.
“I say we quit it with the religious references and see where the night goes.”
Both Shane and Chase beam. “Sounds like a plan.” Chase releases my hand, leaning over to pop open a large Tupperware. I spy as he fiddles with a few things before turning back to us. “Dinner.” He hands me a skewer with a small sandwich on the end. “I hope you like pickles. And ham and cheese.” He passes one to Shane, and they both hold their sticks over the fire to roast the sandwiches.
I follow suit. “This is a new way to eat ham and cheese.”
“We do it all the time. Anything we can poke with a stick,” Chase enlightens me lewdly while charring his bread.
I laugh. “Good to know.”
“What else do you want to know?” Shane invites conversation.
I hesitate before asking, but it’s bound to come up, so why prolong it? “What do you do for Ty Winters?”
“Chase is a lawyer. I’m an architect.” Shane answers straightaway.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously?” Chase interjects. “Shane designed the very condo we live in.”
I glance back at the structure made out of mostly glass. Although I only walked through it briefly, I can’t deny it’s nice. Luxurious even.
“You do nice work.” I reluctantly compliment him. Shane seems to sense my hesitation.
“Thank you.” He accepts my emotionally entangled compliment. My aversion to their employer is going to be a huge hurdle for us. I can see it already. “Go on, fire away. You have us at your disposal.”
