Page 12 of Two Canes, One Cup
I wish they would. Both of these men are gorgeous in their own rights.
Reece with his wild, curly, sunkissed hair that feathers over his ears, versus Dean and his close-cut slicked style of nearly obsidian that makes him look like Carey Grant from the old movies.
Reece brings a french press to the fire and pours from a steaming teapot into it. “Had to improvise.”
And then he winks at me.
It does something funny to my insides.
I hope Dean doesn’t catch me watching Reece’s ass as he walks away.
Being around them both is certainly heating me up from the inside out.
When Reece hands me a steaming cup, I nearly melt from the aroma.
Taking a tentative sip, the piping hot coffee sears its way into my belly, but in the best way.
“This is so delicious, thank you.” I give them both a bright smile.
Dean’s eyes crinkle slightly, but Reece breaks into a wide grin.
They’re adorable.
“So, Stacy? Where are you from?” Dean picks up his own mug and takes a long swallow as he crosses one of his lean legs over his knee.
“Akron, Ohio. Like, hmm, six hours or so from here? How about you two?” God, this coffee is so good.
“We’re from New York City.” Reece jaunts his hip to lean against the counter.
Dean’s wrist lifts to flick his fingers towards Reece. “Originally from a tiny town in Indiana. Which is why we opted for this place away from the hustle of the city for the holidays.”
“How about you, Stacy? What brings you to the middle of nowhere for Christmas?” Reece pops a grape into his mouth.
My nose wrinkles at the sour feeling that comes with that. “It’s kind of…complicated.” Tugging the warm fleece closer to my chin, I toe off my boots and pull up my legs so I’m in a ball on the chair. Glancing between the two men I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t matter if they think I’m pathetic. I’ll never see them again after this.
“I got dumped two weeks ago and already had the cabin booked.” I shrug against the leather armchair cushion. “I didn’t want to gothrough the hassle of a refund, so decided to just come up here anyway.”
It’s not as sharp of a pain as it was in the beginning.
Dean snorts. “Well, he was a fool.”
His jaw tics as he raises his cup back to his lips.
But those eyes, black as midnight, watch me with a reverence that feels as if he’s lookingintome.
He might act aloof, but I get what Reece sees in him.
“I agree,” Reece echoes Dean, then steps between us to drop onto the couch opposite of me. His thick legs drape along the length of it like tree trunks.
Yes, they both have very admirable traits.
The image of the two of them, entwined in lust, filters through my mind.
Heat rushes into my limbs. I’m so glad they can’t hear my thoughts.
“I appreciate it. I had some work to get caught up on, so it’s made for a nice getaway. Except now the internet is out.” My eyes roll towards the ceiling, but it’s not nearly as pleasant to look at as the two Greek gods sitting in front of me.
“What do you do?” Dean’s gaze pierces me, despite his quiet words.
