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I had said as much when we discussed it, and Sarah had agreed.

Kat had nodded, but her expression was solemn when she said, “I don’t want you guys to wake up one day and realize this was all too complicated.”

I hadn’t had the words then to reassure her, though I tried, but I’d taken her hand and squeezed it, and Sarah had done the same, holding her between us. That was two hours ago. Now, sitting across from her at a dimly lit restaurant, watching her make Sarah laugh, I realize that nervousness was unwarranted.

Because this feels like the most natural thing in the world.

The waiter comes by to refill our drinks, glancing at the way Sarah and Kat are huddled together in the booth. He doesn’t comment, and I let myself settle back into my seat, taking a slow sip of my bourbon.

I’ve spent so much of my life worrying about how thingsshouldlook, how relationshipsshouldwork. It’s a byproduct of my job, I guess—working in administration means constantly thinking about public perception. But none of that can define this.

Kat is talking again, something about an art exhibit coming to the city soon. I watch her as she speaks, and another wave of affection flows through me. I had thought when all of this started that she was really here for Sarah—that she and Sarah were the ones with the feelings and attraction, and I was just adjacent to it. But I was wrong.

Because I’m falling for her too.

It snuck up on me. At first, Kat was the exciting unknown, this new person that brought out a different side of my wife that I hadn’t seen before. But she and I had hit it off instantly, and with every moment we spent together, all of this grew into something more.

Sarah glances across the table at me with a smile still on her lips. “You’re awfully quiet over there.”

“Just thinking,” I say. “I’m happy we’re all here.”

“Me too.”

“Me three,” Kat chimes in with a playful grin.

I reach across the table, taking each of their hands in mine and simply enjoying the moment. A second later, Sarah snorts out a laugh, and Kat and I give her a questioning look.

“Sorry,” she laughs. “I just thought about the fact that if someone looked over here, they’d probably think we were praying over the bread basket.”

We all burst into laughter just as the waiter returns to take our orders.

Dinner goes by quickly, with Kat regaling me with more college stories about her and Sarah, and once we’ve finished the last of our drinks, I look at my watch.

“Well, ladies, it’s eight o’ clock. Shall we head to the club?”

I’m met with two eager grins. “Hell yeah, let’s go.”

CHAPTER 15

KAT

We skip the bar at the club and head straight to the back rooms tonight. All three of us are eager to see where the night takes us, and as I follow Quentin and Sarah down the dark hallway, Sarah squeals with excitement when she finds a specific room open.

It’s one of the few exhibition rooms that has a window to the outside hall, but this one is particularly interesting because it’s the only one that has a mirror. It’s one of those massive mirrors that leans against the wall, about a foot taller than me and a few feet wide, with ornate detail along the edges. I walk across the room to face it, thinking of all the possibilities this might hold, especially since the bed is directly in front of it. We could have some fun with this…

I turn, and we all stand there for a moment, glancing at each other and waiting to see who makes the first move.

I decide to take the lead. “Sarah?”

“Yes?”

“Come here.” I beckon her over with my finger, and she happily complies. Once she’s close, I gently grab her shoulders and spin her around so we’re facing the mirror with her in front of me.

She catches my gaze in our reflections, and I slide my hands down her arms slowly, letting the tension build. I had already started teasing her at the restaurant, skimming my fingers on her bare thighs under the table. It won’t take much to get either of us going.

“Look how beautiful you are,” I breathe as I lean down to kiss her neck.

Her breath hitches.

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