Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk Read Online Free Page A

bright and blue. “I rarely tell others I’m bisexual. They tend to run away when I do.”
    Of course they did. The idea you couldn’t be satisfied by one partner was a huge deal to work through, though not all bisexual people had to work through that. “Well, if I wasn’t seeing another guy, I might have more issues, but as I am…” She shrugged.
    He leaned over and dropped a kiss on her lips. It was a brotherly kiss. Not a passionate one. But it still made her weak at the knees. She loved the way his lips molded to hers. The way he tasted.
    She closed her eyes for a second and enjoyed remembering his lips on hers. Even a brief kiss was a good one with Quinn.
    A throat cleared.
    She opened her eyes, and Zach stood at the table. He arched a brow. “Am I interrupting?”

Chapter Two
    Zach watched as Josie straightened up, with a guilty expression, which told him as much as anything else.
    Quinn, on the other hand, didn’t appear guilty at all. He could only be described as smug.
    “Maybe I should leave?” Zach didn’t turn around, though. Didn’t move. He needed the explanation for what they’d been doing. Not to mention, he was now curious about a lot of things. He hadn’t even known they were acquainted.
    Kissing. That’s what they were doing.
    And it’s not as if she was exclusive to you.
    True points. But he still hadn’t expected the object of his affections to be kissing another man as he’d walked into their coffee date. A man he was also attracted to. Part of him didn’t exactly mind, because it turned him on to see it. He had the rock-hard cock to prove it. But another part of him was baffled.
    “No!” Josie put a hand to her head as though it hurt. “Don’t leave. I need to talk to you. God, I’m so, so sorry you… I was supposed to be done talking to Quinn before I talked to you.”
    “Obviously.” Zach still stood glaring down at them. A table for two. How cozy. Would never work as a table for three, and Quinn didn’t seem like he was leaving anytime soon. Which left Zach out in the cold. Probably because Quinn… No, he knew Quinn liked men and women. But he seemingly managed it better than Zach did.
    Quinn shook his head, still looking smug and amused. “So that’s the other guy.” He leaned over and pulled a chair over to the table. “Join us.” He leered rather than smiled and put as much innuendo into that comment as he could.
    The three of them at the same table would be tight and intimate. But Quinn had solved the dilemma in Zach’s head. His heart pounded, and he started to sweat. Surely Quinn wasn’t implying all of them together would work? But maybe he was.
    Zach only knew Quinn peripherally. Quinn danced in Rose’s male revue. Zach had known Devyn, Rose’s alter ego, since college. He and Devyn’s friend Tucker had played football a time or two. But Zach didn’t know Quinn well enough to know the complete backstory to the comment. However, he’d been talking to Rose one night after a show…
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    “I figured most of the guys in your show were gay.” He’d sipped his drink and sighed noncommittally as they’d discussed her all male revue.
    Rose waved a hand. “Oh, hon, most of them are as straight as that pole. Much to my disappointment. Neo’s the only homo among the group. You know he’s the one who started dating Phil, our bartender.” She exuded smugness, but Zach wasn’t sure why. Then her demeanor turned particularly conniving. “And then there’s Quinn. He’s the tall golden boy. His door apparently swings both ways.” She swung her hand back and forth.
    Zach arched a brow at her as he squinted over his glass at Rose. She was up to something. He could tell. Not that she’d ever tell him, and he wasn’t sure if he cared. He hadn’t felt like much these last few months.
    “I’m just saying it. That’s all.” She turned away from him, still talking but saying more than the words meant. “You’re not the only one, you know, who likes