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hundred times better. Like, over the moon better. Now, she didn't have anything to confess to Tash and Sam. Whew.
    Well, he had to still be a little sore, but at least it wasn't broken. His hand shifted and tightened the towel around his waist. Towel?
    Whoa, baby.
    She scanned his body quickly. Trim hips, flat stomach, killer pecs and wide shoulders. Yum. The man seemed to have muscle upon muscle upon muscle. By the time she reached his face he was smiling with one eyebrow arched. Well, she'd never been bashful before, why start now? Besides, he was gay, like all the other hot men in the world, and practically married to the man standing next to her. She could look, just not touch since it'd probably gross him out.
    Tail swishing between her legs, she quickly wrapped it around her thigh and prayed no one had seen her little slip up. She liked to call them blips, but when explaining “blips” to Tasheka, the word just seemed to piss the woman off even more. The silken hair tickled her legs and she hoped pleasantries would get underway. She really needed to get somewhere private to take care of her spontaneous fur problem. Any second now, guys.
     

Chapter Three
     
    "That was fast.” Daniel winced internally and cursed himself. He didn't imagine Gina appearing on his doorstep wearing next to nothing meant she was here because of what he and Patrick had discussed. Dammit, couldn't Patrick have called and warned him? That was why they had cell phones. Sort of.
    Best play it off somehow. Then again, when he looked at Patrick the man just smirked at him, proving that his lover was well aware of his discomfort. He cleared his throat. “Hey Gina, uh, I guess you ran into Patrick in the park.” Stupid. He turned his attention to Patrick for some help. “Andy not up to much of a walk today?"
    Please play along, please. Before I get a fucking hard-on in front of her, for her… in her. No. Wrong way for my thoughts to turn.
    Patrick released the dog's leash and Andy bound into the townhouse. Odd since the dog rarely left his side when he was home. He'd had Andy for years before becoming Patrick's partner and the dog was practically a second mate. Minus the sex, of course.
    "Actually, Andy was in mind for a run.” He raised his eyebrows, shocked that the big bear of a dog who normally hated walks wanted to run. Patrick continued. “In fact, he ran Gina up a tree.” Patrick nudged Gina forward and across the threshold. “I now leave her to your tender mercies while I go hunt for her shoes.” Patrick leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and then jogged down the steps. “Bye, Gi!"
    With that, Patrick did exactly as he promised and left him with Gina. He wanted to scream at the man to come back, but the words died in his throat as the woman in question skirted around him and into their home. Her ass brushed his hip and he fought the urge to grasp her and grind his growing erection into her ass. Fuck.
    Why did Patrick have to leave him with her? After all they'd talked about this afternoon, he had to bring the object of their collective lust home with him? Now?
    She moved silently as a cat in their home. One moment she stood in the hallway with him and the next she'd disappeared, little bits of dirt and grass the only evidence that she hadn't been a dream.
    Daniel followed her trail through his home. He passed one door and then another. When he strode past the living room, he noticed Andy doing his best to fit his two hundred pound body underneath their leather couch. What the hell was up with that dog?
    The muffled footsteps above him wrenched his attention away from their pet and back to the woman. His woman. Their woman. Okay, in his dreams maybe, but nothing could change the fact that she was there, in their house, and he was getting the chance to take care of her. The reasons, whys, and wherefores didn't matter any longer. He and Patrick had talked, agreed and sealed the decision with a good old fashioned fuck