Page 130 of They Are Mine

“Oh! And he’s new in town. Divorced. Newly divorced, but they filed years before it was finalized, so he’s probably already over her.” I wave my hand. “I’ll find out all of that, of course.”

Orion just stares. Processing. Recalculating. His jaw flexes. “And if we don’t like him?” he asks.

I blink.

Oh.

Oh, my love.

I smile and tilt my head.

“I have very good taste,” I murmur, pressing up on my toes to lick his neck.

His breath catches.

I love that sound.

“You didn’t know how close you and Noah would be,” I whisper. “Neither did he. But I did.”

Orion watches me closely. His hands skim down to my hips. “Do you need help?” he asks. “Scoping him out?”

Oh, my precious protector.

I melt.

“If I do,” I purr, “I’ll let you know.”

Then Noah moves in.

Pressing against my back.

Sandwiching me between the two most perfect men ever.

Warm. Solid. Mine.

I sigh.

“I love you,” I whisper.

And in perfect, beautiful unison, they reply, “We love you too.”

Orion and Noah are absolutely amazing while I figure Elliot out.

Supportive. Patient. Understanding.

Orion even studies him during the day while I’m stuck at work and Noah’s at the café. They take care of each other on nights I follow Elliot to dinner. God, I love them.

Elliot’s ex is nothing like me.

Eighteen years they were married. Eighteen. A lifetime. A whole fucking legal adult.

She’s elegant, all dark colors, high heels, and thigh-high hose. Polished. Sharp. Sleek.

I can work with that. They make heels and hose in white and pink.

He’s already had his high-powered executive type. His cold, calculated, “I-had-to-schedule-sex-two-weeks-in-advance” type.

He’s ready for something new. Warm. Soft.

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