Page 31 of Two Canes, One Cup
“Here.” He hands me a steaming cup of coffee.
“Where is she?” I glance towards his door.
“Sleeping.” Sitting in his leather chair, he crosses his ankle over his knee. “Don’t be jealous.” He watches me over the rim of his mug.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” I grumble, begrudgingly taking a sip of my own drink.
Damn him for it being delicious.
“She wants us both, Reece.”
My face twists like I’ve eaten something sour. “How in the hell does that work?”
I want her. Me.
But fuck, I want him to be happy too.
His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “She said it’s just for the holidays, then we part ways.” The longing in his voice betrays him. “I don’t know what her plan is. She’s a smart girl, she likely has it all figured out.”
He gets a distant look as he gazes out the big bay window.
I don’t think he’s exactly thrilled with the arrangement either.
“I’ve never shared before.” Staring into the flames, I try to process this new information.
“Same,” he mutters. “I don’t think I’d ever consider it if it wasn’t you.”
“Ditto.” I’ve never even had it cross my mind.
Our taste in women is usually so different.
It’s what makes Stacy even more remarkable. She’s perfect for both of us.
Speak of the devil, herself.
She appears from the hall, her face still damp and pink from scrubbing.
“Good morning.” Flashing a broad smile, she pauses to pull her long hair up into a messy bun. “It’s cold in the bathroom!” With a shiver, she rubs her hands together and walks closer, then stops in front of me. “Can I sit there?”
“Oh. Um, sure.” I start to gather my cup and push myself up.
“No, silly. On your lap. You’re the best at warming me up.” She tilts her head, raising one brow over her piercing blue eyes.
Dean freezes with his coffee halfway to his lips, transfixed.
“I’d like that.” Leaning back into the couch, I guide her hips onto my thighs and tug the blanket from the arm, wrapping it tightly around us.
“Much better,” she murmurs, snuggling against my chest. “You smell so good. Did I miss you chopping wood?”
I hate how amazing she feels. I don’t want to let her go.
“Mmhmm, gotta keep everyone toasty.” I can’t stop myself from pressing my lips to her temple. “Gotta take care of our girl.”
I catch Dean’s eyes crinkling in the corners and the twitch in the corner of his cheek.
“Our girl?” he mouths.
I just nod.
