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I’m in the middle, and they are on each side.

I’m staring up at the ceiling, and I try to flex my aching muscles.

Bennett notices everything. “You sore?”

I nod, looking into his dark brown eyes.

He looks guilty before sitting up and rolling me to my stomach. He massages my thighs and legs, and Knox works on my back and arms.

“You okay?” Bennett asks.

I groan as he releases a knot. “Yeah, I’m really okay.”

“You did good.”

I flush under his praise.

I look at the two of them over my shoulder. “That was good, right? Is it always like that?”

They look at each other and then back at me, shaking their heads. Bennett is the first to speak. “No, it’s never been that good, Audrey.”

Knox agrees. “Me either. You are perfect for us.”

I lay my head back on the bed and let them take care of me. When they’re done, they encourage me to drink more water, and then they lie on each side of me. I fall asleep like that, with Bennet’s legs entwined with mine and his hand on one breast and Knox’s hand resting on my other. I fall asleep wondering if we could actually make this work.

CHAPTER 11

KNOX

I lean against the kitchen counter and watch Audrey walk around the room in one of Bennett’s shirts. Last night was the best night of my life. There’s no question about it. Bennett and I have shared women in the past, but last night with Audrey was different.

She looks over at me. “Why are you staring at me?”

I grin. “Can’t I look at you?”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Yeah, but you’ve been staring at me all morning.”

I wink at her. “I’m probably going to keep doing it.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling when she turns back toward the coffee maker.

Bennett comes into the kitchen a few seconds later, already dressed for work.

He looks at Audrey first and walks straight up behind her and then bends to kiss her neck. “Morning, sweetness.”

Her face flushes. “Morning.” She picks up her coffee mug with both hands. “I’m going upstairs to shower and get ready. I want to get started on some of those marketing plans today.”

Bennett nods. “Take your time.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I have a job, remember?”

His mouth twitches. “I remember.”

She looks between us. “And I actually plan to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her.

She points at me. “Don’t start.”