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time with one of you and not the others? Wouldn’t that cause friction and eventually affect your relationship with each other?”
Quin felt excitement flutter in his belly. If Eva was asking questions, it had to be a good sign. Doesn’t it?
“Well, for one, we would all take time out to spend with our girl alone, and secondly, we would also have time with her together.”
“Yes, but what if she forgot who she was supposed to be having alone time with and went to the wrong brother?”
“It wouldn’t matter, Eva. We are all different, and if she needed one of us more than the others at a certain time, then that would be okay. Besides, it’s our duty to know whose turn it is to spend time with our woman. She wouldn’t have to worry about trying to keep things straight in her head.”
“Would she have to play musical beds each night?”
“No, baby.” Quin reached for her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “Our wife would have her own room and it would be up to her who she wanted in it. If she just wanted one of us then that’s all right. Maybe she would feel the need to have all three of us in her bed or just two. Everything in a ménage relationship revolves around the female. Her wants and needs take precedence over anything else.”
“What if she wanted to sleep alone?”
“Then we would let her have the bed to herself. We may not like it, but our woman comes first.”
“Hmm.” Eva moved her hand away and began chopping again. He wanted to reach over and smooth the frown between her eyes away, but he didn’t want to distract her in case she cut herself. The woman was a whiz with a knife. She handled the blade so well, it was almost a blur.
“I have the potatoes in the oven and the steaks marinating,” Gray said as he moved close to Eva and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind as she put down the knife. “Where did you learn to wield a knife, sugar?”
“My mom taught me.”
“I would love to meet your mother. She sounds like quite a woman,” Quin said.
“She is,” Eva replied, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. “I’m glad that she found Jack. He’s such a nice man, and since she doesn’t have to work anymore she’s getting time to enjoy life for a change. She should be home soon. I’ll have to give her a call.”
“What do you mean, Eva?”
“Mom never had time to do anything but work.” She sighed. “There were always so many hospital bills.”
“Why do you feel guilty about that, Eva?” Gray inquired.
“How did you know…?”
“You have a very expressive face, baby. We often know what you’re thinking and feeling.”
The expression which crossed her face looked downright horrified.
“Why does that scare you?” asked Quin.
“Uh, I just…I don’t like knowing that people know what I’m thinking.”
“Don’t panic, baby. We didn’t see it until we got to know you a little better. A complete stranger wouldn’t be able to read you.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she snapped, pulling away from Gray.
“What’s going on?” Pierson asked as he entered the room.
“Eva’s upset over the fact that we can read her facial expressions and she also feels guilty about her mom having to work to pay for all her medical expenses.”
Gray sighed. Quin glanced at him and then at Eva, who was blushing. He realized that maybe Pierson hadn’t been asking for such a blunt summary.
Pierson at least took it in stride. He turned to Eva with a look of concern. “Darlin’, moms are supposed to take care of their kids. If she hadn’t loved you so much, do you think she would have worked two jobs? And we are only able to read some of your expressions since we are just coming to know you. We can’t read your mind, Eva.”
Quin watched as her tight shoulders seemed to slump with relief. Gray looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, telling him to be careful about what he said.
“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit too sensitive
Quin felt excitement flutter in his belly. If Eva was asking questions, it had to be a good sign. Doesn’t it?
“Well, for one, we would all take time out to spend with our girl alone, and secondly, we would also have time with her together.”
“Yes, but what if she forgot who she was supposed to be having alone time with and went to the wrong brother?”
“It wouldn’t matter, Eva. We are all different, and if she needed one of us more than the others at a certain time, then that would be okay. Besides, it’s our duty to know whose turn it is to spend time with our woman. She wouldn’t have to worry about trying to keep things straight in her head.”
“Would she have to play musical beds each night?”
“No, baby.” Quin reached for her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “Our wife would have her own room and it would be up to her who she wanted in it. If she just wanted one of us then that’s all right. Maybe she would feel the need to have all three of us in her bed or just two. Everything in a ménage relationship revolves around the female. Her wants and needs take precedence over anything else.”
“What if she wanted to sleep alone?”
“Then we would let her have the bed to herself. We may not like it, but our woman comes first.”
“Hmm.” Eva moved her hand away and began chopping again. He wanted to reach over and smooth the frown between her eyes away, but he didn’t want to distract her in case she cut herself. The woman was a whiz with a knife. She handled the blade so well, it was almost a blur.
“I have the potatoes in the oven and the steaks marinating,” Gray said as he moved close to Eva and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind as she put down the knife. “Where did you learn to wield a knife, sugar?”
“My mom taught me.”
“I would love to meet your mother. She sounds like quite a woman,” Quin said.
“She is,” Eva replied, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. “I’m glad that she found Jack. He’s such a nice man, and since she doesn’t have to work anymore she’s getting time to enjoy life for a change. She should be home soon. I’ll have to give her a call.”
“What do you mean, Eva?”
“Mom never had time to do anything but work.” She sighed. “There were always so many hospital bills.”
“Why do you feel guilty about that, Eva?” Gray inquired.
“How did you know…?”
“You have a very expressive face, baby. We often know what you’re thinking and feeling.”
The expression which crossed her face looked downright horrified.
“Why does that scare you?” asked Quin.
“Uh, I just…I don’t like knowing that people know what I’m thinking.”
“Don’t panic, baby. We didn’t see it until we got to know you a little better. A complete stranger wouldn’t be able to read you.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she snapped, pulling away from Gray.
“What’s going on?” Pierson asked as he entered the room.
“Eva’s upset over the fact that we can read her facial expressions and she also feels guilty about her mom having to work to pay for all her medical expenses.”
Gray sighed. Quin glanced at him and then at Eva, who was blushing. He realized that maybe Pierson hadn’t been asking for such a blunt summary.
Pierson at least took it in stride. He turned to Eva with a look of concern. “Darlin’, moms are supposed to take care of their kids. If she hadn’t loved you so much, do you think she would have worked two jobs? And we are only able to read some of your expressions since we are just coming to know you. We can’t read your mind, Eva.”
Quin watched as her tight shoulders seemed to slump with relief. Gray looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, telling him to be careful about what he said.
“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit too sensitive
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