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write?”
Gia fidgeted in the water. “Every day.”
“Do you still submit them to publishers?”
She nodded.
He frowned at her. “How many releases do you have?”
Gia cleared her throat. “About forty. Well, maybe forty-two.”
“Forty-two?”
His bellow made her jolt. “I write under a pen name. No one knows it’s me. I swear. I’d never do anything to put your careers in jeopardy.”
“For five years you’ve been writing, and you didn’t think to tell us? Shit, Josh is right. We need to stop keeping secrets from one another. I can’t believe you kept this from us.”
“I didn’t mean to, and then it got easier to keep it quiet.”
“Why would you want to? We’d have celebrated, Gia. Christ, you’ve achieved something most people wouldn’t imagine possible! Over forty books… I mean, God!”
“I thought because they’re all M/M, it might cause a problem for you.”
He paused at that, and for some reason, it seemed to break his anger. “You write gay romance?”
She shook her head. “Gay erotica.”
He studied her for a second, and then a roar of laughter escaped him. It gurgled from him like a torrent of bubbly escaping a champagne bottle. “We were your inspiration?”
Gia grinned at his jubilant chuckles but covered her mouth to hide it. Instead of replying, she simply nodded.
“All those times you watched, were you taking notes?”
“Well, mental ones.”
“You little monkey,” he chided, but his smile was still ridiculously large.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” he remarked. “If you were, you’d have told us. You only told me now because it slipped out.”
She reached for his hands. “Do we have to tell Josh?”
He sighed. “You said you write under a pen name?”
“Yes. No one but my publisher knows my real name.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Then I don’t see why we can’t. The army is our boss, not yours.”
“He’ll disapprove.”
Luke snorted. “You have a weird perception of him, Gia. He’s a dirty bastard. You know that.” He eyed the bruises on her throat. “Look at that… He chokes you. Fucks you hard. We’re all involved in a ménage. No one could be more capable of accepting what you write than we two.”
“I don’t want him to think badly of me.”
“Why should he?” He paused. “I don’t.”
“Do you swear?”
“I promise. I want to read them, though.”
She blushed. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I can’t believe I haven’t been your guinea pig all these years.”
“I was concerned for you.”
“That’s sweet of you, honey, but it’s supposed to be the other way around. That’s why…” He hesitated again. “I think you should marry Josh.”
The subject, out of left field, had her freezing. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No. I won’t do it, Luke. I won’t. Especially not where your head’s at.”
“I want you to be safe. If you marry him, all his benefits go to you.”
“No. That’s bullshit. And unnecessary. My insurance is covered; so is Lexi’s. I know your wills are ridiculously generous. I’m secure enough as it is. I want you to have this, Lucas. I want you to know that you’re the foundation of what we all have together.”
He sighed. “It’s dumb. I don’t need a wedding ring.”
“Bullshit. You do. I don’t. Seriously. I’ve never needed it. If I could marry you both, then I won’t lie—I would. But I could never marry only one of you.”
“We could have a ceremony, celebrating what we have.”
“That’s fine, and I’m sure it would be beautiful. But I want the law at your back. I want you legally protected.”
He frowned. “Why?”
She jerked a shoulder. Water dripped down her arm from the long, drenched curls wrapped around the limb. “It’s important to me.”
“What’s important to you?”
The words had her gawking at the doorway. Josh stood there looking incredibly sexy, even if he was dressed in his uniform. “Why are
Gia fidgeted in the water. “Every day.”
“Do you still submit them to publishers?”
She nodded.
He frowned at her. “How many releases do you have?”
Gia cleared her throat. “About forty. Well, maybe forty-two.”
“Forty-two?”
His bellow made her jolt. “I write under a pen name. No one knows it’s me. I swear. I’d never do anything to put your careers in jeopardy.”
“For five years you’ve been writing, and you didn’t think to tell us? Shit, Josh is right. We need to stop keeping secrets from one another. I can’t believe you kept this from us.”
“I didn’t mean to, and then it got easier to keep it quiet.”
“Why would you want to? We’d have celebrated, Gia. Christ, you’ve achieved something most people wouldn’t imagine possible! Over forty books… I mean, God!”
“I thought because they’re all M/M, it might cause a problem for you.”
He paused at that, and for some reason, it seemed to break his anger. “You write gay romance?”
She shook her head. “Gay erotica.”
He studied her for a second, and then a roar of laughter escaped him. It gurgled from him like a torrent of bubbly escaping a champagne bottle. “We were your inspiration?”
Gia grinned at his jubilant chuckles but covered her mouth to hide it. Instead of replying, she simply nodded.
“All those times you watched, were you taking notes?”
“Well, mental ones.”
“You little monkey,” he chided, but his smile was still ridiculously large.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” he remarked. “If you were, you’d have told us. You only told me now because it slipped out.”
She reached for his hands. “Do we have to tell Josh?”
He sighed. “You said you write under a pen name?”
“Yes. No one but my publisher knows my real name.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Then I don’t see why we can’t. The army is our boss, not yours.”
“He’ll disapprove.”
Luke snorted. “You have a weird perception of him, Gia. He’s a dirty bastard. You know that.” He eyed the bruises on her throat. “Look at that… He chokes you. Fucks you hard. We’re all involved in a ménage. No one could be more capable of accepting what you write than we two.”
“I don’t want him to think badly of me.”
“Why should he?” He paused. “I don’t.”
“Do you swear?”
“I promise. I want to read them, though.”
She blushed. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I can’t believe I haven’t been your guinea pig all these years.”
“I was concerned for you.”
“That’s sweet of you, honey, but it’s supposed to be the other way around. That’s why…” He hesitated again. “I think you should marry Josh.”
The subject, out of left field, had her freezing. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No. I won’t do it, Luke. I won’t. Especially not where your head’s at.”
“I want you to be safe. If you marry him, all his benefits go to you.”
“No. That’s bullshit. And unnecessary. My insurance is covered; so is Lexi’s. I know your wills are ridiculously generous. I’m secure enough as it is. I want you to have this, Lucas. I want you to know that you’re the foundation of what we all have together.”
He sighed. “It’s dumb. I don’t need a wedding ring.”
“Bullshit. You do. I don’t. Seriously. I’ve never needed it. If I could marry you both, then I won’t lie—I would. But I could never marry only one of you.”
“We could have a ceremony, celebrating what we have.”
“That’s fine, and I’m sure it would be beautiful. But I want the law at your back. I want you legally protected.”
He frowned. “Why?”
She jerked a shoulder. Water dripped down her arm from the long, drenched curls wrapped around the limb. “It’s important to me.”
“What’s important to you?”
The words had her gawking at the doorway. Josh stood there looking incredibly sexy, even if he was dressed in his uniform. “Why are
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