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powerful—made her situation worse. Captured in Joshua’s embrace while looking across his shoulder at Stewart, half-dressed, turned her on even more.
    There was a curious look on Stewart’s face and it was somewhere between brooding and aroused. For a moment she thought he was looking at them both with sexual hunger, but she dismissed it. It was Joshua he wanted, she was incidental. However, it made her seriously address what he’d said the day before about being bisexual. He wanted women too. Images of the two men together on the bed fil ed her mind again, but this time mixed in with them was the desire to be right there with them, to be more than a secret voyeur, to be an actual participant. The deviant desire to be between them shocked her. Impossible, she reminded herself. They were a couple. She was just a neighbour who’d become a friend.
    Drawing free of Joshua’s embrace she forbade herself to think such thoughts, but her body was refusing to cooperate. Between her thighs she was hot and damp, her entire groin sizzling with expectation. Now she knew for sure that she had done the wrong thing. She was insane, having accepted an invitation to sit at a dinner table with two guys who she’d secretly witnessed so thoroughly compromised. What she’d seen and experienced had turned her on, but it was only now standing in the kitchen with them so close at hand, so real and so male, that she could no longer deny her deepest desire—to join them.
    Joshua stroked her cheek and smiled, then reached past her and pul ed out a chair. “Get comfy. I’l finish off the preparations.”
    As she took the seat he pul ed out for her, she sensed a kind of yearning in him, which she identified as the eagerness to thank her, to repay her in some way.
    “I’m on wine duty, right?” Stewart said as he joined them, pushing his shirt into his jeans and reaching for the loosely buckle.
    “Yup, it’s open and breathing in the sitting room,” Joshua replied.
    Hol y had to tear her gaze from his hands as he buckled up that belt.
    “Sorry about this, I’m running late,” he commented, when he caught her eye. He grinned. Was that a naughty look she saw in his expression?
    “He’s a showoff,” Joshua interjected. “Any chance to reveal his stunning pecs and he’l use it.”
    Stewart shrugged that off and disappeared, returning a moment later with two bottles. Hol y took a large swig of the wine as soon as it was poured, grateful for the distraction.
    “Here’s to good company,” Joshua lifted his glass.
    When the three of them chinked their glasses together, Hol y became increasingly aware of his buoyant mood. For Joshua, tonight was about being with friends and forgetting about forthcoming family nuptials and the stress of big announcements.
    While he served up the food—a selection of dishes including salmon and broccoli in pesto, linguini, and baked eggs Florentine—Hol y found herself chatting with Stewart about the difference in their flats. “Your kitchen diner is the other way around to mine, and so much bigger,” she said.
    “I gutted it when I bought the place. Is yours a two-bed?”
    “Yes, and it has much smal er rooms in general.”
    Joshua started heaping her plate with food and she had to wave her hand because he was giving her enough for four.
    Meanwhile, Stewart went for the salmon and the eggs. “That’s what I came to look at but then I saw this one. It has three beds and was more than I wanted to pay, but the sitting room has dual aspect and it’s a great view. I figured I’d sublet a room to cover the extra expense.”
    “I can see that would be tempting. Mine’s at the back of the building, no view to speak of, but I’m only renting.” She tasted the salmon and nodded, warbling her approval while she ate. “This is so good.”
    Josh beamed.
    “You moved in with someone else,” Stewart asked, “didn’t you?”
    “Yes, a friend, Caroline. We work together. She got engaged and then moved