Page 110 of Legacy Ascended

"Okay, fuck all of you."

He grins and goes back to the eggs. "We'll buy groceries."

"All of you."

"Obviously. And whoever finishes something replaces it."

Luke closes his book. "We should probably clean up after ourselves too."

"Yes."

"Done."

Torres looks over at me. "Anything else you need help not doing?"

"I hate you."

"Dinner's almost ready."

The thing about Mateo Torres in a kitchen is that he takes up all of it. Sleeves shoved past his elbows, forearms working, the collar of his shirt sitting crooked so I can see the edge of the tattoo along his shoulder. Every time he reaches for something, his shirt pulls tight across his back.

I try to stop looking.

I look again.

Luke passes behind me on the way to the sink, and his hand finds my waist, and instead of moving on it stays there.

"You've been looking at him for a while," he says, near my ear.

"I have not."

"You have. It's very entertaining." His thumb moves once at the top of my hip. "So have I, actually. He's got no idea."

"I have an excellent idea," Torres says, without turning around.

I lean back against Luke, which puts my shoulder blade against his chest and his hand flat on my stomach, and he makes a low sound.

Torres turns around with the bowl still in his hand and grins.

"Well," he says.

"Put the bowl down," I tell him.

"I'm making dinner."

"Dinner can wait."

He looks at the grill. "The toast can't."

Then he swears, goes back and turns it off, and comes back drying his hands.

I kiss him first, because he's closest and because his mouth has been distracting me since the bread went under the grill. He makes a low satisfied sound and takes his time, one hand spread at the small of my back, the other coming up into my hair.

Then I turn my head and Luke is there. He kisses me slower, one hand coming up to my jaw while Torres's mouth finds my throat.

"Bed," I say when I can. "Both of you."

In the bedroom, with the door shut, Luke works the buttons of my shirt.