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    We.
    “Delicious wine by the way.” He handed her a glass, slipped his arm around her waist, and guided her to a seating area.
    As she sank onto an overstuffed couch, she sighed. “You’ll have to excuse me for a minute. I had to peel my ass out of my shitty car seat. So I’m going to have a torrid affair with your couch.”
    Saint threw back his head and laughed. “Boyce said the same thing when he found it at the thrift store.”
    “Where is he?”
    Saint grimaced, absently running his hand over a shadow on his jaw. Over a darkened area that wasn’t a day’s growth of stubble. “In his darkroom.” He cut his gaze to the wall beyond the kitchen. “That was the great thing about this space. We could set it up so our businesses and our living space were the same. Never have to leave unless it’s necessary. Boyce has most of the space back there for his studio. I just need a corner for my equipment.”
    “Most people aren’t fortunate enough to work together, let alone live together.”
    Saint’s eyes widened in mock horror. “Good, God no. I love Boyce, but I could never run a company with him. I need organization. Some semblance of order. He just tosses something at the wall and hopes it sticks.” Saint motioned with his glass. “Lucky bastard usually succeeds.”
    The amused tone told her there wasn’t any kind of animosity between the two men over what had happened. Like her, the men probably accepted the ups and downs that came along with power exchanges. Knew the minefield they had to maneuver through when such a thing took place. No telling what underlying problems a Dom would encounter when they started to peel back the layers.
    Grae wanted to know more about the two men. “What do you do?”
    “Network and computer security. Building security, too. Most of my work is strictly on site.”
    “Which is why you only need the corner.” She sipped her wine, feeling some of her trepidation dull thanks to the high alcohol content of the expensive wine. “Same with me.”
    “You do computer security, too?”
    “Ah. No.” Grae laughed at the thought. “I do CGI work for movies.”
    “No shit. All right, now that you’ve shown up on our doorstep after years of silence, it’s time to fill me in. Especially because it sounds exciting as hell.”
    Grae smiled at the admiration in his tone. At the genuine surprise. She was used to people being completely disinterested in her work. When they heard she worked in the movie industry, they immediately assumed actress. When they learned the truth, they were usually disappointed and dismissed her.
    “Don’t sound so impressed. It’s boring work. Just me sitting around my office plugging images into an animation program all day and painting pretty pictures.”
    Saint refilled her glass. “Better than being tied to an office chair all day for corporate America.”
    “And how.” They clinked their glasses together. She drank slowly this time, especially once she’d realized she’d blown through the first glass so quickly. “You know, I’m not surprised the two of you are still together. Even though both of you adamantly denied your attractions for years all throughout college. We all knew it. But you guys sure as hell fought it.”
    “I know. It was...a very long road to get where we are now. A twisty road that is paved with concrete instead of gold, and filled in with grass and rocks in some places. Still have a few scars to show for it.”
    Tough roads weren’t a bad thing in relationships. Sometimes those who had the most treacherous path had the strongest bonds. From everything she knew about the men, they were rock solid. Granted most of her knowledge of them recently was all about sex. And sex didn’t need love. But boy, she sure as hell could tell when it was more than just sex, lust, and domination.
    She wanted that even though she argued with herself how wrong it was to want such a thing.
    “How long have you two been together