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The three of us lived like a married couple butwithout the sex. The idea of having one wife to live with us all wasa revelation.

Sharing a girlfriend with my brothers had nevercrossed my mind, but even as I read it, I understood why it mightwork. It didn’t seem strange, but very much appealed.

CHAPTER NINE

SIENA

Fortunately, I was dressed and ready to go whenEton knocked on my door earlier than I expected, for what waspossibly my first ever lunch date. I hadn’t been out with anyoneother than Pete, and I couldn’t recall going to lunch with him in away that might’ve been described as a date. We might’ve justgrabbed Subway or McDonald’s along the way.

I was a little apprehensive about the fact thatEton had seen me at the Lime Light club, but as we hadn’t mentionedit while chatting for over an hour by text the night before, Idecided it wasn’t important to him. I certainly wouldn’t bring itup.

When I opened the door and saw him, Icompletely forgot about a polite greeting.

“Oh, my God! Eton, you’re in a suit. I’mjust about to change. Come in; it won’t take me a minute,” Ilied. It would take forever to find a decent dress that would lookall right next to him. I’d just packed up a house and moved in witha friend; I knew exactly what clothes hid at the back of my closet.Nothing amazing.

“Hey. You don’t have to change. You looklovely.” His voice sounded like soothing creamy hot chocolate. Itwarmed me in places that no man had touched in a while.

“Do you think so?” I looked down at myself,which was never the best way to judge an outfit. These were my bestpants, and on top, I wore a figure-hugging pale blue shirt. I wasn’tso sure about clothes that were tight around my stomach, but this onerevealed enough cleavage to distract any attention away from lowerdown. It was my I’m-all-out-to-seduce-you top. Judging by the lookin his eyes, I’d made the right choice.

Perhaps he’d taken the same approach tochoosing his clothes, because I wanted to drag him into my bedroomand ride him like… well, you get the picture.

He looked stunning in a way that I couldn’tdescribe. If I said to picture a huge man wearing a lurid pink shirtwith the top buttons undone to reveal an enticing tuft of chest hairand topped with a brown suit, I don’t think it would adequatelyexplain how perfect it looked on him.

He still looked like the sexy wild man who’dravish me in my dreams and smart enough to be going somewhere a bitposh. And unique enough to not care what people thought about him.

He also looked like he’d made more of aneffort to dress up than I did.

“Relax. We’re going to an arts center.There’s no dress code. And you look terrific.” He’d lostcontrol of his eyes, finding it difficult to focus on my face as hisgaze kept skipping down to my chest. I wore the right outfit, afterall.

“Thanks,” I said. “And you look amazing,too. Very dashing.”

“Ah, well. We did have to go shopping thismorning as all our clothes were too well-worn and only suitable forworking in an animal shelter.”

“You went shopping today and chose that?” Iteased. “And have you been tested for color blindness?” I smiledwarmly and ran my hand down the front of his chest to assure him itwas a joke.

He grinned broadly. Fortunately, he wasn’toffended. “I told you I don’t have a mom to take me shopping. ButI have artistic brothers. If you think this is loud, wait until youmeet Harry.”

“You didn’t tell me your brothers areartists.” Why didn’t I know this already? How had that been leftout of our conversation? “Before I meet them, perhaps you shouldtell me what sort of artists.”

I tried to remember what I’d said last nightand whether I’d have changed any of it if I’d have known. Icouldn’t recall making any off-the-cuff derogatory comments aboutartists.

“Harry’s a photographer, but only ofwildlife. His subjects have to have fur, feathers, or scales;otherwise, he’s not interested. Finn, he sketches a little. He’sa borderline artist, an architect.”

“And you’re not an artist, so what do youdo?” It seemed as if we’d talked for ages the previous day, andI’d gotten to know things about the man’s personality andpassion, and his sense of fun and adventure. But not what he did fora living.

“I’m a vet. An animal doctor. Well, I’munemployed right now, but that’s what I get paid to do when Iwork.”

“Oh.” I was lost for words, but I didn’thave to think for long.

“There’s a taxi waiting outside if you’reready to go, Siena.”

“Yes, let me grab a jacket and my bag.”

A veterinarian seemed such a grown-up, seriousjob that I didn’t associate it with the man I’d met. It just wentto prove my assumptions were correct, he was bright and welleducated. With him being a vet and his brother being a wildlifephotographer, the work abroad at an animal sanctuary made a lot moresense. But still, I couldn’t fathom three professional men who leftcareers behind to go overseas to do charity work together. They hadto be very close.

I climbed into the taxi while still thinkingthat on the one hand, I felt like I knew this man so well. It felt asif we’d know each other for ages. It was something about how ourpersonalities and sense of humor just worked together. On the otherhand, I knew so little about him or his family, and I feltapprehensive about meeting his brothers.

“You said Harry admired the Bretton brothers,but he doesn’t take the same sort of photos?”

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