Amy
I wasn’t sure what was going on between Wolfe and Rhys, but I figured it had a lot to do with ego. That and maybe a little confusion about how this thing between the three of us was going to play out.
There was no doubt about it, I'd seen the hurt in Rhys’s eyes tonight when he’d been sitting alone at the back of the bar. And it had damn near broken my heart not to be with him. I wanted to be with both of them. Not just Wolfe and not just Rhys. I hadn’t signed on to this thing one-on-one, and I didn’t like the fact that we couldn’t go out in public together. Although it was an unconventional setup, for me, it only seemed to work if the three of us were together. I hadn’t given much thought to why that was, but I felt it deep inside.
Sure, I would go along with it if I had to—if this was what they wanted—but that didn’t mean I had to like it. So, when it came to our private spaces, I didn’t see why we couldn’t spend our time together.
I was surprised that Wolfe didn’t call Rhys to give him a heads-up that we were coming. Instead, he pulled his truck back out onto the road, only this time he turned in the opposite direction. Toward Rhys’s house.
We drove in silence, and I felt the nervous tension ratchet up a few notches the closer we got to his house. I could practically feel the emotion bubbling inside Wolfe, and I wanted to ask him what he was feeling, what he intended to say when he saw Rhys, but I managed to keep my thoughts to myself. One thing I had noticed about both Rhys and Wolfe was that neither man was big on conversation. Not the deep, personal kind, anyway.
As usual, when they pulled into the driveway and he shut off the truck, Wolfe climbed out first, then came around to my side and opened my door for me. I grabbed his hand, linking our fingers together as he marched toward the front door.
Before Wolfe knocked, the door opened and Rhys stood in the open doorway, no shirt, no boots, just a pair of jeans riding low on his hips.
The man really was a fine specimen. Sleek, muscular, sexy. He made my mouth water.
“Not done readin’ me the riot act?” Rhys questioned, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb.
Knowing these two were going to go toe to toe, I released Wolfe’s hand, marched right up to Rhys, and waited until he looked at me. When he did, I reached up, jerked his head down, and kissed him right on the mouth. I didn’t let it linger, though, choosing to release him before sidestepping him and going inside. If they wanted to act like fools, they could come find me when they were finished.
Taking a seat on the leather couch, I made sure I had a front-row view of the showdown about to take place on the porch. Both men had squared off, staring at one another. I could feel the waves of emotion pouring from each of them, although I wasn’t exactly sure what emotion that was. Anger, frustration … maybe love. Who knew. But sooner or later, they were going to have to man up and figure this out.
Otherwise, this thing between us was going to detonate long before it ever hit solid ground.
And wasn’t that going to suck?
Because one thing I knew with absolute certainty…
I'd fallen in love.
With two stubborn men.
Rhys
I was surprised to see Wolfe and Amy on my doorstep.
I figured their arrival probably had more to do with Amy insisting we solve this problem rather than let it fester. I seriously doubted Wolfe would’ve backed down quite so easily.
I was gearing up to say something, but Wolfe beat me to the punch.
With two steps, the big man closed the distance between us. I held my ground when Wolfe reached for me, surprised when he wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer.
“I don’t wanna do this,” Wolfe said, his voice low, tone rough. “I’m not gonna fight with you.”
“Who said you had to?” I countered.
“I’m sorry,” Wolfe stated firmly.
I pulled back, meeting those dark green eyes. “For what?”
“For makin’ you feel like an outsider.”
Okay, so I had been gearing up to accuse Wolfe of not knowing what the hell was going on. Clearly I didn’t have a leg to stand on because he had nailed it right on the head. And damn it to hell, it took all the wind right out of my sails. Not that I wanted to fight with the man, but I had felt like an outsider.
And not just tonight.
Wolfe leaned in, his hand still cupping the back of my neck, our foreheads touching.
