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“Scoundrel? I do say, m’lady, I’m a scoundrel of the worst sort.” His accent was bad enough, I couldn’t identify it.
“What sort is that?”
“The sort who’s hopelessly smitten.”
My breath caught.
“Can your staff finish without you? We need to talk.” Kingston’s question was a blanket over my warm fuzzies.
Now my voice was gone for a different reason. I nodded toward the kitchen. He took my hand and led me into the other room.
I spun to face him as soon as we were through the doorway. “What’s up?” I struggled to keep my tone light.
“We have a problem.”
Was this it? I’d all but stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I knew they still wanted this place. It was probably even more attractive after a day like today, and Kingston had promised me a warning before he pitched me again. The thought was there, but I struggled to believe it. “What kind of problem?”
“I talked to Owen this morning,” he said. “I adore you so much, and I wasn’t sure what to think when he brought you up.”
Adore—the same word Owen used. I was pretty sure that was on a similar level aslove, but I didn’t dare read anything into this. “Do you talk about me a lot?”
“Yes. But he never tells me anything private you’ve told him, and I’m the same.”
“So, whatareyou talking about?” This conversation wasn’t going the way I expected. It could still fall apart, though.
“We talk about how incredible you are.”
I smiled in spite of myself.
“And that’s the problem,” Kingston said. “I’m not letting you go without a fight, and neither is he.”
But Owen and I talked about all three of us... But if he didn’t share that part of the conversation with Kingston... This was making my head hurt. “If you could cut to the point, I’d love that, so I don’t panic over what you do or don’t mean.”
Kingston smiled. It wasn’t an arrogant kind of smirk, it was gentler. “Neither of us is willing to give you up, and both of us have too much invested in our own relationship to destroy that. So, when he gets back, all three of us are going to talk and figure out how we all fit together.”
He didn’t mention Owen’s more-than-friendly feelings toward him. Had they talked about it? I wanted to know—possibly needed to—but it didn’t feel like my place to bring it up.
“Sometimes you sound like him. All logical and stuff.” I should have seen this coming. Owen and I had the beginning of this conversation. He was right, I needed to trust them more. Now seemed like a good time to actively work on that.
“I’ll take that as the ultimate compliment.” Kingston closed the distance between us, rested his hands on my hips, and pressed his body to mine.
I gasped into the kiss and draped my arms around his neck, locking my fingers together. Voices drifted in from the other room, but it was easy to block them out when I was wrapped up in Kingston.
“I was thinking”—his words hummed against my lips—“we could recreate that first night in here. I know it’s only the two of us, but you’ve got frosting on hand...”
“I like the way you think. Everyone will be gone soon.”
He dragged his nose up the side of my neck. “Why wait?”
A new flavor of discomfort crept into my veins, tugging on an old memory. “Because there are people out there. Someone could walk in here any moment.”
“That’s part of the fun. The thrill of the danger.” Kingston fiddled with my buttons, undoing one.
My stomach recoiled at his touch. The sounds on the other side of the door turned to raucous laughter in my head. I pushed him away and stepped back. “I saidno.”
