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was just beginning to break to the east. Everything had turned lush and green from the rainstorm last night. The middle of August was usually very dry in the bluegrass state, but this year it had been especially rainy.
    Main Street had just a few cars on it. Looking down, she saw they had driven the black Ferrari she had been waiting weeks to see coming into the lot.
    “Get dressed,” she told them, “and I’ll make some breakfast.”
    In the kitchen, she pondered what they had told her as she started grabbing eggs, cheese, and milk out of the fridge. The chance they were telling the truth was probably slim to none, but she couldn’t help but be at least a little hopeful. She was glad to know that she wasn’t the only one who had had a tumultuous month and a half.
    Over the long weeks she told herself she was going to find out more about them if they ever came back. Even if she had wanted to look them up she had no information on where to start. Hell, she didn’t even know their last names or where they lived, just that they’d stopped at the shop several times and were the best lovers she had ever had, hands down. Her pussy was tingling just from seeing them in their undies. Well, the erections had probably helped too.
    There was a deeper connection she was trying to understand as well, but she couldn’t be sure what it was. It felt as though she had been destined to meet them. She scoffed at the ridiculous thought. Sounded like something fanciful her grandad would have told her.
    Rory was the first one to come out, as she had known he would. He was the dominant of the pair. Glancing around her kitchen, he settled carefully on the stool on the opposite side of the counter from where she was cooking. Once again he was dressed impeccably, but still upscale. No suit, but still stylish in Ralph Lauren slacks and a button-down shirt. He had run his hand through his hair, straightening it. But he hadn’t dug the wrap-around shades out yet. Violet considered that a victory on her part, because she could see his eyes and what he was feeling. At their first meeting she had thought Alessandro was the emotional one, but the more she watched him she had a feeling that Rory felt things more deeply than his partner.
    God, his partner. It was obvious they were a committed couple. Even if she was interested in a repeat performance, would the dynamic work between the three of them?
    The questions were beginning to drive her bonkers. It was time for some answers.
    “So, where are you guys from?” she asked, beating eggs into a pan. “What do you do? Fill me in on all the questions I should have asked before I let you screw my brains out weeks ago.”
    Rory’s hard lips tipped up in a full smile. It was the first time Violet had ever seen it and she found herself pausing to take it in. When it slowly faded away she wanted more.
    “Well,” he rumbled, voice especially rough from sleep, “we are from the St. Louis area. I have a business consulting firm I run from downtown.”
    Alessandro came out of the bedroom then looking rumpled and cute. Dragging a matching stool out he plopped down beside Rory, planting his elbows on the counter. Violet moved to the coffee machine to get it ready. Sandro looked like he could use a cup. She smiled, realizing she’d adopted Rory’s contraction for Alessandro.
    “Sandro here is a professor at Missouri State. Art appreciation.”
    Somehow Violet knew that the job suited him perfectly and she smiled even more.
    Sandro launched into a spate of Italian to Rory and the bigger man nodded his head.
    “What did you just say?” she demanded.
    Smiling at her gently, Sandro placed an eloquent hand against his heart. “I told him you are more enchanting than any art I have ever seen, bella . You are truly beautiful with the sun just coming in from the skylight and gilding your beautiful skin.”
    Violet frowned at him fiercely even as she battled a furious blush, debating whether or not he was