here. You like?”
“Hell, yeah.” Trey stood. “The heat between us nearly fried my brain. You?”
“I think she’s perfect for us. She’s smart and funny. Sexy as all hell, and wants us both.”
His brother’s brows drew together. “Do you think she’ll want to?”
“I think she might.” Garret moved closer. “I’d bet my left arm that she’s safe, too. She doesn’t strike me as someone who’d run to the tabloids.”
“I got that same impression.” Trey grinned and handed his brother the paper and pen. “Let’s make this happen.”
Letting her see the real man behind his superstar persona, and the big heart behind his brother’s cowboy veneer was easy. This would be the tricky part. They had to talk her into accepting them both.
Chapter Three
Garret followed Trey out of the bedroom and stood next to his brother in front of Megan.
She stared up at them from the couch, her eyes wary.
“Will you do something for us?” He handed her the notepad.
“Sure.” She took the pen from him, a small smile curving her mouth. “I’m guessing this involves drawing?”
“Do you mind?” Garret was a little jealous that she’d drawn his brother, and he wanted to see what she’d make of him.
Her smile spread, lighting her face. “I’d love to.” She sat back. “Do you want to be superheroes or villains?”
In unison, Garret said, “Villain,” and Trey said, “Hero.”
She laughed, the sound filling the room with light.
Garret elbowed his brother.
Trey nudged him back. They didn’t need to speak their agreement. She was the one.
“You guys…I haven’t taken enough psych classes to analyze that.” She found an empty page. “Just stand there a minute while I sketch your bodies.”
Megan’s word hit Trey like a caress. “Sounds like fun.” His voice came out low and slow.
She gave him a disapproving look, but tempered it with a smile. After a few minutes, she had them sit on the couch across from her.
Trey watched her work. The concentration on her face was seductive. He could imagine that same face as he drove his cock into her pussy, and his brother slid into her ass. Her breasts bared to his kisses, he’d suck and nibble until she cried out her pleasure.
Goddamn, he needed her. He got up and picked up her wine glass, Garret’s glass, and came back from the bar with refills for them and a beer for him.
“I don’t draw as well when I’m tipsy.” Her eyes darted quickly from Trey’s face to the paper then back again.
“What do you do well when you’re tipsy?” Garret asked.
Trey held his breath, hoping his brother hadn’t gone too far.
But she laughed. “Inside joke. I told Garret I have an amazing voice when I have enough to drink.”
Trey looked at his brother. “I think we need to test that out.”
“Agreed. Have supper with us tomorrow night. There’s a place a few blocks away that has karaoke.”
She sighed. “I’d love to, but I have an early flight the next morning.”
Trey sat forward. He didn’t want to lose her. “Stay another day.”
Megan stopped drawing and set the notebook on her lap. Her gaze jumped between the two men. She had to be conflicted. Both of them had poured on the charm. She couldn’t realize they both planned to have her.
“Just an early supper, then.” Garret said. “We’ll pick you up at six. There’s a nice restaurant in the building next door.”
Trey heard the desperation in his brother’s voice. He didn’t want her to leave so soon, either.
“Okay.” Her voice sounded too soft, resigned. As if she would be calling to cancel tomorrow. She probably didn’t want to hurt either of them by choosing the other. Looking at the notepad, she made a couple more strokes. “Finished.”
They stood and walked to the couch where she sat. Trey patted her hip and she moved over enough so he could sit next to her while Garret bracketed her on the other side.
Her warm, sweet scent drifted upward, and he heard Garret draw