Accepting Eva [Slick Rock 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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about some subjects.” Eva gazed toward Quin.
    “No problem, baby. How long before dinner is ready?”
    “Approximately thirty minutes.”
    “Good, that gives me plenty of time to shower and change.” Quin skirted the counter, moved in close to Eva, leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. He straightened once more and headed toward the bathroom without looking back. The grin on his face would probably have made her mad, but he had seen the startled doe-like look in her eyes, and underlying that shock he had seen her desire. That was why she had been so upset when he’d told her they could read her. She was frightened he and his brothers would see how much she wanted them.
    Their little Eva was running scared. But not from them. She was frightened of her own feelings.

Chapter Seven
     
    Eva was up and dressed early Saturday morning and was preparing breakfast when Quin entered the kitchen. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and nuzzled her neck.
    “You smell good, baby.” He kissed her on the cheek and stepped back. “Do you want me to do anything?”
    “No, breakfast is just about done.”
    “Are you looking forward to today?”
    She turned and smiled at him after placing the last of the bacon onto the platter. “Yes, I love playing the tourist. Are you sure you want to come with me?”
    “Of course we do. We love spending time with you, Eva.” Quin took the platter from her hands and carried it to the table just as Gray and Pierson entered the kitchen.
    “Something smells good.” Gray sniffed the air.
    “Sit down and eat. I’ve made some sandwiches to take with us. I thought we could have a picnic,” Eva said.
    “That sounds good to me, darlin’.” Pierson carried his coffee to the table and sat down.
    “How is it that you’re all able to take time off? I thought you would have to work on Saturdays, at least in the morning anyway.”
    “Normally we would, but when we asked you not to schedule any jobs for today it was so we could spend the time with you,” Gray answered.
    Eva felt warmth penetrating her chest and filling her heart with flutters. They were all so sweet to want to spend time with her when they should be working. Their actions made her feel almost cherished. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes and she looked down to her plate. She didn’t want them to see how affected she was by their kindness. Eva had no idea how long they would want her living with them or working in their garage. Although they had said they were looking to settle down and thought she could be the woman they had been looking for, she was having a hard time believing it. Why would three tall, sexy, brawny men want me? As far as she was concerned she had nothing to offer them. Self-doubt reared its ugly head. The only thing she had to offer was her body, and even she knew it wasn’t something most men wanted.
    “Look at me, Eva,” Quin demanded.
    Blinking a few times to dispel the moisture in her eyes, she took a slow, deep breath and raised her head. He pinned her with his gaze and she felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes.
    “Why are you upset?” Quin asked before forking more eggs into his mouth.
    “I’m not upset,” she lied, placing her silverware on her plate.
    “Bullshit.” Quin narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me again!”
    “Quin.” Gray’s voice was low and dangerous. “Calm down.”
    God, now they’re arguing because of me. Eva felt even worse, but Quin did calm down at his brother’s warning.
    “Tell me why you were on the verge of tears,” Quin said. “And this time answer me honestly.”
    She cleared her throat to make sure it wouldn’t squeak or be too raspy with emotion before she answered him. Glancing around at them she saw they had all finished eating and were watching her intently. “Gray’s words made me feel special.”
    “And that made you feel bad?” Gray asked, drawing her eyes toward him. He didn’t

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