grimaced. Oh, well, there wasn’t much she could do about her appearance at this point. She opened the door to find Michael and Christian standing there, both with bags of groceries in their hands.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, still holding a cleaning rag in her hand.
“It’s dinnertime.” Christian jerked his head toward the brown fabric sack he carried. “We came to feed you.”
She took a step back into the foyer to allow them through. Her annoyance at their presumption was tempered by the fact her stomach was growling and she didn’t have much in the house at the moment. “How did you know I’d be home? I could be out with Carolyn or something right now.”
Christian and Michael exchanged a look. Michael caught her gaze. “We have to talk to you about that.”
She wrinkled her brow at him. “Okay, but can I wash up first? I’ve been cleaning all day.”
Christian headed for the kitchen. “Go ahead while we start dinner.”
“Take your time.” Michael’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he followed Christian down the hall.
She watched them go, perplexed. It actually appeared they’d gone shopping at the local farmer’s co-op and now they were going to cook… together? She wasn’t sure her heart could stand it if they’d joined forces.
After she’d cleaned up and dressed in a soft sweater and a pair of jeans, she returned downstairs to find the dining room table set and delicious scents wafting from her kitchen. She dragged a wide-toothed comb through her hair as she entered the room. “Yum. What are you making?”
Christian turned from tending something on the stove. “Steak with roasted veggies and potatoes.”
She smiled. Sounded like a meal a man would choose. “I’m starving.”
“Good. It’s almost ready.”
Once dinner was served, they sat down at the table and began to eat. “So, you two just decided to come on over here and make me a meal, huh?” she asked, her gaze sliding between the two men.
Christian shrugged. “Why not?”
“It’s just that I didn’t have the impression either of you were all that happy to be named two men to one woman by the council.”
“It’s reality,” Michael answered. “We’re dealing with it.” He jerked his head at Christian. “He had the day off from the construction site and stopped over this morning to talk to me about some things. We could tell you were feeling a little sad today. That’s when we made plans to come here tonight and see you.”
She set her fork down. “Sad? How could you know that?”
They exchanged another look.
“Michael, Christian, just tell me.”
Michael cleared his throat. “We’re hoping this doesn’t freak you out, but Christian and I have developed some kind of psychic link to you. We can tell where you are and what sort of emotions you’re experiencing. We think it’s a result of the bond between us.”
She remembered that eerie sensation that she’d known they’d been about to ring her doorbell. Still, she had nothing like a psychic link to them. She drew a steadying breath. “And you have that because you’re supes?”
“We think so.”
“Is that…normal?” Not that anything about this situation was normal, really.
Christian and Michael looked at each other. “We’ve never heard of it happening before.”
“And you and Michael don’t have it between yourselves?”
Christian crinkled his face and glanced at Michael. “Hell, no. Look, Michael is a nice-looking guy and all, but I don’t swing that way.”
“Neither do I,” Michael growled.
She held up her hands. “Okay, guys, okay. Chill out, please.” She picked up her fork and began eating again.
“Uh, Michael,” Christian ventured, “she’s taking that news a lot better than we thought she would.”
She glanced up from her plate. “I am still in the room, you know.”
“Why are you taking it so well, Kylie?”
She shrugged. “I’m so past the point of weird it’s not even
“What are you doing here?” she asked, still holding a cleaning rag in her hand.
“It’s dinnertime.” Christian jerked his head toward the brown fabric sack he carried. “We came to feed you.”
She took a step back into the foyer to allow them through. Her annoyance at their presumption was tempered by the fact her stomach was growling and she didn’t have much in the house at the moment. “How did you know I’d be home? I could be out with Carolyn or something right now.”
Christian and Michael exchanged a look. Michael caught her gaze. “We have to talk to you about that.”
She wrinkled her brow at him. “Okay, but can I wash up first? I’ve been cleaning all day.”
Christian headed for the kitchen. “Go ahead while we start dinner.”
“Take your time.” Michael’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he followed Christian down the hall.
She watched them go, perplexed. It actually appeared they’d gone shopping at the local farmer’s co-op and now they were going to cook… together? She wasn’t sure her heart could stand it if they’d joined forces.
After she’d cleaned up and dressed in a soft sweater and a pair of jeans, she returned downstairs to find the dining room table set and delicious scents wafting from her kitchen. She dragged a wide-toothed comb through her hair as she entered the room. “Yum. What are you making?”
Christian turned from tending something on the stove. “Steak with roasted veggies and potatoes.”
She smiled. Sounded like a meal a man would choose. “I’m starving.”
“Good. It’s almost ready.”
Once dinner was served, they sat down at the table and began to eat. “So, you two just decided to come on over here and make me a meal, huh?” she asked, her gaze sliding between the two men.
Christian shrugged. “Why not?”
“It’s just that I didn’t have the impression either of you were all that happy to be named two men to one woman by the council.”
“It’s reality,” Michael answered. “We’re dealing with it.” He jerked his head at Christian. “He had the day off from the construction site and stopped over this morning to talk to me about some things. We could tell you were feeling a little sad today. That’s when we made plans to come here tonight and see you.”
She set her fork down. “Sad? How could you know that?”
They exchanged another look.
“Michael, Christian, just tell me.”
Michael cleared his throat. “We’re hoping this doesn’t freak you out, but Christian and I have developed some kind of psychic link to you. We can tell where you are and what sort of emotions you’re experiencing. We think it’s a result of the bond between us.”
She remembered that eerie sensation that she’d known they’d been about to ring her doorbell. Still, she had nothing like a psychic link to them. She drew a steadying breath. “And you have that because you’re supes?”
“We think so.”
“Is that…normal?” Not that anything about this situation was normal, really.
Christian and Michael looked at each other. “We’ve never heard of it happening before.”
“And you and Michael don’t have it between yourselves?”
Christian crinkled his face and glanced at Michael. “Hell, no. Look, Michael is a nice-looking guy and all, but I don’t swing that way.”
“Neither do I,” Michael growled.
She held up her hands. “Okay, guys, okay. Chill out, please.” She picked up her fork and began eating again.
“Uh, Michael,” Christian ventured, “she’s taking that news a lot better than we thought she would.”
She glanced up from her plate. “I am still in the room, you know.”
“Why are you taking it so well, Kylie?”
She shrugged. “I’m so past the point of weird it’s not even
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