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Beau’s hand tightened in mine, but he nodded back to the man. I knew it had to be difficult, so I appreciated his restraint. I led the way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Beau sat down with me, practically in my lap he was so close. Byron chuckled at the display of possession, choosing to lounge in the chair across from me. He spread his legs wide, sitting back like he had no care in the world.
“So?” he asked, lifting his eyebrow at me to start.
“I wanted to see if you meant what you said the other night about being okay with me being in a relationship with the both of you.”
“Hold up,” Beau said, pulling back. “I’m not going to bewithhim.”
Byron chuckled, tsking at Beau. “You wish, big man. But you’re not my type. I’m a strictly vagina man, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t touched balls with another guy while pleasing a woman, so broaden your scope and get out of your homophobic closet.”
“I’m not—” he started, but I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him, not having time for that.
“In a relationship with me. Not together. We’ll figure out if there will be ‘threesome time’ later. Right now, I just want us all to be in agreement that we’re a thing. No one else.”
Beau sat back, glaring at Byron, but nodded when I pushed his leg. Byron chuckled but sobered when I gave him a look. “Yes, sexy. I haven’t been with anyone in years. I told you, it doesn’t work but for you.”
My cheeks heated, but I nodded, trying not to get lost in his magnetizing gaze. “Okay, the second thing I wanted to discuss was my decision to join the family.”
Byron looked at me like he was waiting for more, and I smiled, having been right. “You already knew?”
“Of course. It was written all over your face. You just had to figure it out for yourself. Now, when do you leave for your infiltration?”
I sat back, shocked he knew about that too, though really, I shouldn’t have been. “Of course, you know about that. Maybe you should meet with Atticus. He could use someone like you.”
“That fact hasn’t slipped my mind, but usually, unless it involves you, I don’t really pay attention.” He waved his hand, brushing it off as he sat up. “I won’t dismiss the notion. Especially if it puts me more into your life easier.”
“And you called me the stalker,” Beau mumbled, gritting his teeth.
“Ah, but you see, I was never caught, unlike you. And I wasn’t stalking, merely keeping a watchful eye.”
Beau rolled his eyes, and I smiled, liking it even if they were kind of fighting. It felt nice.
“Anyway,” Byron said, looking at Beau, “did your boss do anything about that card?”
“Yeah, I set up a meeting with them.” Beau narrowed his gaze, not offering anything else.
“Good.” Byron sat back, pleased, and I looked between them, now feeling left out.
“Explain,” I said, turning to them both, pulling my hand free to cross my arms.
“Have you ever heard of the Dark Knight?” Byron asked, not hesitating to tell me.
“Only in passing. What’s that have to do with anything?”
“They were at the club this week. Left their card and everything. So, I passed it on to Beau when he wasn’t stalking you.”
“I’m not a stalker!” Beau grumbled, sitting up.
Laughing, I tapped him on his leg. “Okay, so you gave it to Atticus, and now you’re going to meet with him. So?”
“So!” Byron scoffed, looking at me for the first time like I had a third head. “So, she asks! I might have to rethink loving you.”
“Hey!” I chuckled, grabbing hold of a throw pillow and throwing it at him. The absurdity of the situation kind of came over me, and I started laughing harder. “Oh man, do you think they named those pillows ‘throw pillows’ because someone threw it at someone, and they were like, oh, brilliant name?” I asked through my laughter. I fell to the side, clutching my stomach as I laughed.
When I finally calmed myself, I came up for air, finding both men watching me, looks of love on their faces. It was strange to feel it directed at me, but I found myself liking it, strengthening something in me. Sitting up, I wiped my eyes. “Well?” I asked.
“Who knows,” Beau said, shrugging. “But I love watching you laugh. It’s a good look on you, cupcake.”
Byron choked, coughing. “That’s the worst nickname, dude.” I smiled over at Beau, taking his hand.
