Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Olivia’s lips curled up, and Ed laughed as he finished pouring her drink.
He stepped back, holding his hands up. “And I will leave you to the explanations. The nachos will be right up, ladies.”
Olivia shook her head. “Nope. Jack and Sam. As in Jack Barnes and Sam Fleetwood.”
Her parents were two guys. That was totally cool with her. “That’s nice. It’s probably hard in a small town. Is Abigail your birth mom?”
“She is,” Olivia agreed. “She’s also married to my dads. I’m going to lay this out to you so there’s no tiptoeing around it. Everyone in town knows, but I rather thought you might not. You seem to keep to yourself. My parents are a threesome and have been since before I was born. They’re married and committed to each other.”
Nicole felt a smile cross her face. Like a kinky romance novel. “That’s cool. Like, good for your mom.”
Olivia laughed. “That is the reaction I was hoping for.”
“I don’t judge. Never. Love is love, and if it doesn’t hurt anyone else, I say go for it. Besides, if your parents have been together for that long, they sure as hell beat my mom and dad’s traditional marriage and equally traditional divorce.”
“Our parents are anything but traditional,” a deep voice said, and she found herself turning and looking up into green eyes that she could get lost in. Josh gave her a smile and frowned his sister’s way. “I thought you were here to meet friends.”
Olivia’s eyes lit with mischief. “I found a new friend.”
“Liv,” Josh began.
“Why don’t you introduce us, Olivia,” the brother from another mother said.
Nicole knew that was supposed to be a question. But that wasn’t a question coming out of his mouth. That was a command, and it kind of made her heart race.
She wasn’t coming in between brothers. If she started a bunch of gossip, people would look at her. She’d done a good job of flying under the radar.
“I would be happy to, Grim,” Olivia said before turning Nicole’s way and wrinkling her nose. “His real name is Jared, which is a lovely name, but he’s pissed at his father for dying and leaving him with a prick of a stepdad, so everyone calls him Grim. He broods a lot.”
“Olivia.” Josh was the perfect picture of outrage.
Grim simply smiled and held out a hand. “That was a pretty fair assessment. Our Olivia never prevaricates.”
He did not talk like some ranch hand off the range. He was a lot like his nickname except when his lips curled up, there was the sweetest dimple in his cheeks. She was suddenly slightly afraid of taking his hand. Like if she touched him this thing, this pull she felt, would be real, and that would be the stupidest thing she could do.
Still, it was rude to ignore him. She put her hand in his, and she was wrapped in warm strength as he placed his other hand over hers.
“And I’m Joshua.” He took her other hand, and she was between them.
Holy hell. Were they…
Just because their mom and dads were a threesome…
Really upped the odds that they wouldn’t mind. Except they were brothers. Except they weren’t blood siblings.
Except… She was deeply confused, and it would be smart to run right this second.
But it seemed like so much more fun to sit here and talk and pretend she was normal.
“I’m Nicole,” she said and wished she didn’t sound so breathless.
They both let go at the same time, as though they were coordinated movements. They sat in the two unoccupied chairs.
“I thought you two were calling it an early night.” There was no small amount of teasing in Olivia’s tone.
“There’s a lot of plans changing,” Josh acknowledged and then turned slightly to the bar. “Ed, bring two beers and double whatever my sister ordered.” He turned back to her, giving her a smile that damn near melted her panties. “So, Nicole, where are you from?”
Ah, there it was. She could see reason through the fine mist of lust. “Chicago.”
It was a well-crafted story and one she didn’t have to use often. She’d discovered most people wanted no more than the minimum facts before they felt comfortable talking about themselves and then she could nod along and give up nothing else.
Olivia looked like the cat who’d gotten all the cream as she started talking to Grim and Josh. Like a woman who’d set her brothers up to succeed.
Would it be so bad? Why couldn’t she have a single night of pleasure? She would be out of this town in a week. She would have the money, and the mechanic had told her the car would only take a few days to fix.
What if she could see them for those days? On the sly. Or not. It wouldn’t matter if she was leaving. They could talk about the mysterious young woman who worked at the café, dated two men, and then disappeared.