Page 146 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

I stare at him.

“All three of us?”

“All three.”

Something tight inside my chest loosens.

Not words.

Not promises made because everyone is still flushed with victory.

Access.

Trust.

A place for my hand on the lock.

Lucian stands near the bar watching me, his tuxedo jacket still perfectly arranged, though something about him has changed.

Or maybe something about all three of us has.

I turn toward him. “Are you angry?”

“No.”

“You look angry.”

“I’m recalibrating.”

That nearly makes me smile.

“Because the archive won’t open without me?”

“Because you were correct.”

“That must be painful.”

“Excruciating.”

Caleb closes the concealed panel.

Then the air changes.

His gaze drops to my mouth.

Lucian slowly removes his owl cuff links and places them on the bar.

My pulse begins to race.

Neither man moves toward me.

I look from one to the other.

“What?”

Lucian’s eyes remain on mine.

“You heard me downstairs.”