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though she wanted both—as evidenced by the slip.
    They wanted her, no doubt there. What she was less sure
about, was them wanting each other.
    Were they fighting an attraction to one another? Or was she projecting
her own desire, because that first sight of Tyler had made her think of
Elijah’s gay manga, and how the two of them would lay naked after making love
and talk about one day being part of a threesome.
    Shane returned, handing off a beer to Tyler, and she knew it
wasn’t her imagination. He and Tyler were being careful not to actually touch
one another.
    She flipped the page, a long-haired guy’s body covered the
woman’s, his buttocks flexed like he’d been frozen in a powerful thrust.
    “Fuck,” Shane said, his voice sounding strangled.
    She had to agree. She was wet, achy, needy—worse,
vulnerable.
    Taken separately, Shane and Tyler weren’t men to sleep with
and walk away from, not if it wasn’t casual on their part. Taken together,
being with them at the same time, was too close to what her personal
happy-ever-after looked like, only she wasn’t entitled to that yet.
    She needed to get to the end of Bio-dad’s quest and get home
to help her parents. She owed it to Elijah to see the other part of their dream
out—to play the music he wasn’t there to play.
    She closed the sketch pad, transferred the dachshund curled
on her lap to Tyler’s—doing a Shane and being very careful not to make physical
contact. “How about if I grab my guitar?”
    That’d keep her hands busy. That’d help her remember why
she’d come to California and why she needed to leave.
    “I’ll get mine,” Tyler said, surprising her, pleasing her,
making the warning bells peal harder and louder.
    A minute later they were in chairs rather than on the couch,
discussing tunes, discussing approach, integrating their sounds until anyone
listening would think they’d always played together.
    And Shane thought, I’m dying here , and kept thinking
it.
    Tyler and Madison were incredible. The longer they played,
the more he wanted them both. Together they were like a freaking siren and he
was the boat they were trying to lure to the rocks.
    It was too easy to imagine going to them. Kissing one and
then the other, the three of them ending in a tangle of bodies, images that’d
probably end up in one of Tyler’s sketchpads.
    Shane choked on the thought of Lyric or Braden snooping and
finding the pictures. Beer erupted in a burning rush through his nose and onto
the front of his T-shirt.
    “That was classy,” Tyler said, guitars going silent.
    Madison laughed. “I think we need a more appreciative
audience.”
    “You’re not going to get one more appreciative than me.”
    Tomorrow he’d prove it by kissing and stroking every inch of
her skin. He’d done the right thing, holding off until after she’d gotten to
know Tyler, but tomorrow he’d take her any way she wanted and make her hit a
high note as she came.
    Her eyes had already said yes .
    Her body had softened and hummed with yes .
    When the right moment arrived, it’d be her lips saying yes .
    And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to say no.
    He lifted Daisy off his lap and set her next to him on the couch,
then did the same with Kiki. Standing, he said, “I better head home. Let’s look
at Bio-dad’s clue again in the morning.”
    Madison followed him to the front door.
    “Thanks for everything today,” she said.
    And fuck if he was going to leave without a kiss, without
one last thought of him before she was alone with Tyler.
    He pulled her against him, turned her and pressed her
against the back of Tyler’s door. Slammed his mouth against hers.
    Her body softened. Her lips parted. Her tongue met his
thrust for thrust. And it was like mainlining lust. Madison’s. His. Tyler’s.
    It was freaking addictive.
    He couldn’t take his mouth off Madison’s. Couldn’t even
begin to determine where one kiss ended and the next began. Probably wouldn’t
have stopped