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obviously had some Hispanic or Latino blood in him somewhere. He made her think of salsa dancing for some reason. Maybe it was the way he seemed to ooze sex appeal while just standing there.
    “Davis?” she asked.
    “Hello, Emerald.” Her gaze turned to the last man. He had sandy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He was tan, but still not even close to the natural skin tones of his friends. His body language screamed alpha male, and a shudder went through her at the thought of him ordering her to her knees and feeding her his cock.
    “Emerald?” he asked, and she blinked her dirty thoughts away.
    “Melda,” she corrected him. He’d obviously not made the connection to call her Melda, even though she’d signed all of her letters that way.
    He just smiled. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you since the first letter.”
    “We?” She shook her head, not wanting to get into the fact that Davis had apparently been sharing her letters with his buddies. “Which one of you is Davis?”
    “Maybe we should go in first,” the Latino charmer said, reaching for her hand and pulling her close to him. “We can talk once we’re all settled and have something cool to drink.”
    She nodded her head and let him lead her toward the diner. It wasn’t a dive, but it wasn’t upscale and pricey either. It was simply a nice place to have lunch that offered private tables for those who wanted it. She really wanted one.
    “Melda, good to see you.” The hostess was one she’d seen many times before when she’d come here to meet her sisters for a quick bite or when talking with contractors.
    “Hello, April. We’d like a booth in the back if you can, please.”
    The hostess nodded and reached for menus. “Just the four of you?”
    “Yes, please.”
    The guys were quiet, letting her take care of getting the table for them all. They surrounded her and even in her heels, she felt dainty compared to them. She also felt a healthy dose of lust for them, all of them.
    Deja’s words trickled through her mind. Best sex of my life. The three of them… It’s more than I ever thought possible.
    And now Melda would be thinking about the three men with her and what it might be like to be with all of them together. Hot, naked, and aroused. Three sets of hands. Three wicked mouths. Three cocks, hard and ready for her, just her.
    “Emerald?” A throat cleared. “Melda?”
    Blue eyes met hers as she snapped out of her thoughts to see him indicating she should slide into the booth first. She slipped in and slid over as he joined her, taking up more room than he should have. His thick thigh brushed against hers as he crowded her just a bit.
    “Your waitress will be here in just a minute to take your drink orders. Enjoy your meal.”
    April stepped away, leaving them alone in the relative silence of the empty back room. Most of the lunch crowd was gone, and those remaining preferred the main dining room. Most people here knew where Melda worked and probably thought this was a business lunch. She’d had them here several times. Enough times that she didn’t even bother looking at her menu.
    They sat in silence as the men each looked at each other and then toward her, and she felt as if they were having a private conversation with just their eyes.
    She let it go as the waitress came to the table. Drinks were ordered and then Mr. Latino Charm asked if they could go ahead and order lunch. She ordered her favorite chicken crisps and fries, while they all three opted for deluxe cheeseburgers and fries.
    “Nothing better than a good old-fashioned American burger,” blue eyes said.
    “Which one of you is Davis?” She’d waited long enough. She needed to know who’d written the letters, the poems, the sorrow, the joy, all of it. She needed to know which one she’d fallen in love with via long letters read and re-read during lonely nights in her bed.
    “That’s the thing,” blue eyes rumbled next to her. “We all