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“It’s a good place to live. People are kind of quirky, but our relationship would be more accepted here. But Carrick and I have careers in New Orleans. Take us a while to arrange to move out here.”

She blinked in shock. “You’re not moving here. I am.”

“Where you go, we go, rocket,” Carrick told her.

“But that’s preposterous. You . . . you can’t move here because of me.” That’s what they were saying, right?

Jardin moved into her space and cupped her face between his big hands. “When it comes to you, Thea, we will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe and happy. Living here will make that easier,” he mused. “The downfall is we’re close to my cousins. Interfering bastards.”

Her mouth opened then closed then opened again. “Why?”

She was aware they were in a public place, but she didn’t care that there were people watching. She had to know why.

Jardin moved her and Carrick slid in behind her, pressing his hard, hot body against her back. “Seems we didn’t do a very good job of telling you that you’re ours, Thea.” Carrick moved her hair to one side so he could kiss down her neck.

Holy. Shit.

Shivers of pleasure raced through her. Fuck a duck. That felt so good.

“Let’s remedy that now, shall we?” Jardin said darkly. “Thea, you’re ours.”

“We’re not letting you go.”

“So, you need to deal with the fact that we’re going to share you.”

“We’re also gonna share each other,” Carrick added.

Jardin’s lips twitched, no doubt reading the heat in her gaze. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a problem. I think Thea likes the idea of watching us together, don’t you?”

She started to shake her head. Then she remembered what Carrick had said about his family rejecting him for his sexual choices.

“I do. I think it’s fucking hot.”

Carrick relaxed behind her and she knew she’d made the right choice.

Jardin cupped her face in his hand. “And what about being with the two of us? How does that make you feel?”

She cleared her throat. “Should we really be talking about this here?”

Jardin didn’t look around, he kept his gaze on her. “Don’t worry, this probably won’t be the craziest thing they see today.”

“Damn straight it won’t,” a man called out.

“Mr. Mac, please keep your comments to yourself,” Jardin called back without missing a beat. “We wait to talk, we risk you running on us again.”

“I didn’t run from the two of you,” she whispered.

Something like relief filled Jardin’s face, before it went back to arrogant. “Good.”

Carrick was still kissing his way up and down her neck.

“Carrick can you please . . . can you please stop?”

“Nope,” Carrick told her. “I’m determined to show you that you want to be with us.”

“That’s . . . that’s not the problem! Although I’m still unsure why the two of you would want me!”

Both men stiffened.

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