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ass.”
    “I hate to break it to you, but you’re not that small. You want her ass, fine. I’m game for anything.”
    Dylan rolled over him so that Harper lay on his back, Dylan on top. “You sure about that? And if I want inside your sexy ass one day?”
    “For you, I’ll make an exception.” Harper returned Dylan’s kiss, needing him again. “But after we get Freddy.”
    “Agreed. But if she’s not in to two guys going at it, what then? We take her in a regular ménage? No touching except through her? Or maybe she’ll just want to be with you.”
    “Or you. But if she doesn’t want us both, she’s not the woman I thought she was.” Harper shook his head. “I want us all to be together, Dylan. You and me and her. If she’s right for us, she’s right for us .”
    “Oh hell. I’m in. But we need to be quiet about it. It’s not about hiding who I am or anything but, hell, two partners at once is new to me. My practice thrives on discretion. And I can definitely tell you that many of my patients aren’t comfortable with their own sexuality, let alone their doctor’s.”
    Harper chuckled. “I get you. Now spread those strong thighs. Better yet, why don’t you kneel over my face and let me suck that hanging fruit?”
    “You and your fruit.” But Dylan didn’t argue. Now they just had to find and pin down the elusive Freddy Thompson. After Harper played with his doctor, of course.

Chapter Five
    When Saturday night rolled into Sunday, Freddy figured she’d had enough. She’d covered for one of her missing bartenders on her night off, and she deserved a break. After the crowd died down and Ben took over, she’d bunk down in one of the spare rooms for the night.
    Just as she finished her shift, she saw Harper sitting at a corner table with a few friends. No Dylan in sight, which made it a good time to speak with him about Derrick . As she neared the table, he turned and saw her.
    He said goodbye to his friends and gave her a wide smile. “Hey, Freddy. How about we get a drink?” Harper stood and gently tugged her away, catcalls and wolf whistles sounding behind them.
    The crowded dining area had been turned into a dance floor, and they had to skirt dozens of gyrating and barely clad bodies to find a quieter spot on the outskirts of the room again.
    She didn’t want to have to yell to be heard, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into a small supply closet down the hall.
    “Hot damn,” Harper swore. “I finally get closet time with Freddy Thompson.”
    “Shut up.” She laughed. Her gaze met his and she had a hard time staring without drooling. He really was one of the best-looking men she knew. She liked that rough, mean look. The big guy with a bad temper who never needed to unleash it. Or so she’d heard. She’d never seen Harper mad. Just sexy and flirty.
    “So do I get to kiss you now or later?” Harper murmured and stepped closer. His hand rested on her shoulder, perilously close to her breast.
    Warmth immediately flooded her sex. Freddy blew out a breath. Down, girl. You know he’s just teasing. “I need to talk to you about something serious.”
    He took his hand away and his smile faded. “You okay, honey?”
    “It’s not me. It’s you.”
    He frowned.
    “I know this isn’t my place, and I hate telling you this, but… Well, are you and Dylan an item now?”
    “An item?” Harper shrugged. “I guess you could say that.”
    “Then you’re a couple. Just the two of you.”
    He narrowed his gaze on her and she flushed. “I know this is none of my business, but you see, a week ago I saw Dylan and his girlfriend . Together. They’re pretty chummy and I got the impression she has no idea he comes here to be with guys.”
    “Really?” Harper looked stunned.
    “Yeah. Sydney seems like a nice person. But—”
    “Sydney? You saw him with Sydney?”
    “Yes. I’m sorry, Harper. I know this isn’t my place, but so many guys around here like to play around.