mistake signing the contract without meeting with all three other owners—because he probably would’ve passed on the apartment and office space if he’d known the girl who’d remained in his mind for thirteen years lived there. That fact had come out after he’d already signed. Without a doubt, the unspoken rule about not fraternizing with her would’ve influenced his decision to buy.
Unable to form anything but a smart-ass remark, he let the silence stretch into a long, awkward minute.
Winston’s jaw twitched. The hissing accusation came with a shake of his head. “You’re going to sell out, aren’t you?”
The possibility had occurred to Barrett.
“Hey, guys!” Rory’s voice cut through the quiet but not the tension. “What’s taking so long?”
“Talking poker strategy.” The casual tone of Winston’s response belied his expression.
“Like that’ll do you any good. Hurry up!”
Seizing the opportunity to change the subject, Barrett turned to Miles. “She’s that good?”
Miles glanced toward Winston then back at Barrett. “Yeah, she’s good. Seriously, she almost didn’t buy in when she found out two guys had bought two of the other three units. Somebody hurt her, and you better not do the same.”
Barrett could hardly promise them she wouldn’t get hurt, but he sure as hell didn’t plan to do it on purpose. Besides, who was to say she wouldn’t leave him with a broken heart?
Transferring a couple slices of pizza to his plate, he debated laying his cards on the table. Would they even believe him? “Look, I’ve never used a woman, and I’m not starting with Rory.”
Winston let out a low growl. “So you’re not going to back off?”
“No.” The blunt denial might piss off his new neighbors, but Barrett wasn’t about to pass up a once-in-a-lifetime shot with Aurora Bond.
Chapter 3
Barrett Cunningham had bigger balls than Winston would’ve thought, considering his polite demeanor when he’d stopped by the office with the real estate agent to ask a few questions. When Barrett had announced he wanted to buy in, Winston had invited him to dinner to get acquainted. They shared some of the same interests, and Winston had even gotten the impression Barrett liked him. Evidently, the guy was straight, though.
Watching Barrett add barbecued wings to his plate, Winston tried to ignore his conflicting emotions. Was he jealous because Barrett planned to pursue Rory? Or did the jealousy come from the fact that Barrett was attracted to her instead of him?
At least Miles hadn’t come to Barrett’s rescue during the confrontation. That would’ve been the ultimate slap in the face. They’d agreed to keep their relationship casual, but the need for a commitment had been slowly creeping in and Miles had shown no sign he was interested in moving to the next level. Winston had finally accepted his bisexuality less than a year ago, only to find himself in a situation of occasionally sleeping with one building mate he cared about and still wanting the other.
Having a third thrown into the mix frustrated him even more. He was a fucking pervert for thinking the thoughts he’d been having since he’d met Miles and Aurora, let alone Barrett. Rory had surely never been approached professionally about one woman and three men’s sex life—in the same bed, at the same time. Teasing her with the flogger earlier had only ramped up his desire to make his unconventional fantasies reality.
“Why are you frowning?” Rory’s question brought Winston back to his living room.
“Hm? Oh, I was thinking about logistics.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Logistics? Well, tell your brain to shut off. It’s the weekend, and you deserve some time off.” She took a bite of pizza and then patted the cushion next to her when her high school buddy walked into the room. “Come sit with me, Barrett.”
Barrett’s gaze connected with Winston’s for a full second before he aimed for the couch. The grim line of