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orders, no matter how ridiculous.” Something like pique tinged his words. “Actually, I thought you’d want to hear the details of all the women I’ve slept with.” He was kidding, most clearly kidding, but jealousy dug its pointed claws into Elle’s stomach.  
    “Manipulative bastard,” she said.  
    “Oh… it sounds like they’ve already told you about me.” He was silent, and Elle could hear the sound of his even breathing. “How are you?”
    “I’m fine. Tired. Anxious.”
    “Why?”
    She shifted her head farther back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “I want us to live together, but I don’t want things to change.”  
    “You realize that makes no sense.”
    He had a point. She took a breath and tried again. “The way we are together. I’m happy, and if we mess around with things… maybe it won’t work anymore. We’ll get familiar. Settle into routines. Get bored.” She nibbled at her lip and accidentally nipped away sensitive skin. “I’m only one woman. You’ll all get bored.” Her mouth stung, and the faint taste of blood forced her to reach for a tissue.
    “Elle,” Nolan soothed. “We don’t want things to change, either.”
    “Then why do I have to choose one of you?”
    He sighed. “For financial reasons. For legal reasons.”
    She shook her head even though Nolan couldn’t see it. “Then tell me, what’s the hurry?”
    “See it from Cunningham’s point of view. He’s never been into relationships, and then he meets the woman of his dreams. She spins him off-balance. He wants to keep her… to make it official.” His voice lowered a notch. “I swear that tonight was proof that Cunningham is having fantasies about knocking you up. Even if your birth control makes it impossible, of course.”
    Her pussy quivered again, and she drew the tip of her finger to her clit. Was it possible that her boss wanted to possess her so badly that he would get her pregnant if it added to his claim? “What if I don’t choose him?”
    “What do you mean ‘what if’? You’re going to choose me,” Nolan said, his voice louder. “I’m better for you. I’m more careful. I’m richer and younger and, lets face it, I’m better looking by an order of magnitude.”  
    Elle rolled her eyes. “What you are is cocky.”  
    “But Elle, it doesn’t matter which of us you marry. We’re a package deal.”
    “So if I pick Jonathan…”
    “Then you marry him. And you take his name, if you want. And if he ends up in the hospital, you get to sit by his side, and he can do the same for you. That’s it. Nothing else changes.”
    Elle turned that over in her mind. “So I should marry whichever of you is most likely to end up sick?” She sat up and felt wetness gush down her thighs. “That’s romantic.”
    Nolan started laughing.  
    “Not funny,” she said.  
    “No, of course not. And really, the rest of us would just pretend to be relatives or pay off a nurse to get in there. My point is that nothing would change.”
    “If nothing would change, we should flip a coin.”
    “Well…”
    She pushed away the damp sheets and scooted down until she was flat on her back again. “So it does matter. Because if it doesn’t matter, let’s leave it to fate. And if it does matter, I really wish everyone would stop pretending otherwise, because it makes me feel like I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”
    Her phone buzzed with a text, and she glanced at the screen. It was Cunningham. I’m at Nolan’s right now. Just so you know.  
    Instantly, another text appeared. You could have disagreed about him being better looking…
    “Oh my gosh. You guys are unbelievable,” she breathed. “I’m going to sleep, and not on my back. I might even get up and take a shower. See you tomorrow.” She hung up, then made sure her ringer was off and turned the phone over so that when he called back, she wouldn’t see the light.
    That night she had horrible dreams that they did flip a