and she wouldn’t have to make a decision on what came next.
Foolish, foolish thinking .
“How are you, Maggie?”
“I don’t know.” She hadn’t meant to let confusion seep into her voice. She didn’t know why, exactly, but she had the feeling she needed to not only stay strong but appear strong as well.
Anything else simply wasn’t acceptable.
“It’s all right, love.” Richard closed the distance between them and took her hand. When he raised it to his lips and kissed it, she felt herself fall just a little further under the spell the three of them seemed to be weaving around her.
“We’re really no threat to you, sweetheart.” Trevor approached on her left but didn’t touch her—at least, not physically.
She could have sworn she felt the heat of him seep into her body, and seep deep.
“We’re drawn to you, Maggie. And we think you’re drawn to us, too.” Kevin came to stand by her on the right, and she felt boxed in.
She should protest that they were encroaching on her personal space, that they were crowding her out, making her feel… Maggie blinked. The truth was, she felt safe. Secure. Protected .
None of those were sensations she’d ever really enjoyed much in her life. From the time she’d turned twenty-two and she’d had to care for her sick mother, she’d had only herself to rely upon. Every decision, every problem had been hers and hers alone. There had been happy times, too, times when she’d had some good fortune come her way—like the time she’d been named businesswoman of the year, and the year her business had turned a record good profit. And those times had been hers and hers alone, too.
Until this very moment, Maggie hadn’t fully appreciated how very lonely she’d been for most of her life.
“What’s wrong?” Richard’s tone alerted her that she was wearing her emotions on her face. His hand squeezed hers.
What was it about this man and his tendency to hold on to her? Perhaps the better question is, why do I let him?
“Nothing.” She saw the concern on all their faces. Disbelief, too. She guessed she couldn’t blame them for that.
She supposed she owed them more than a one-word disclaimer. But what could she say, really, without leaving herself wide open and vulnerable?
Maggie wasn’t used to holding back and couldn’t seem to do so even now, when holding back might be in her best interests. “The three of you make me think of things I never thought of before and feel things I don’t know what to do with. You confuse the hell out of me.” She met each of their gazes in turn. “What do you want from me?”
Oh, the heat that flared in all their eyes made her realize that had been a stupid question, indeed.
Then Trevor stoked his hand down her back. “We just want to spend time with you, sweetheart. We want to get to know you, and want for you to get to know us.”
“There’s an attraction between us, Maggie. You know there is.” Kevin smiled, and she thought he could give Jake Kendall a run for his money when it came to cheeky grins and charm.
Richard rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “It’s never happened to us before, love. We’ve never, all three of us, been drawn to the same woman before.” He looked at each of his brothers and then met her gaze again. “When we were younger, finding one woman between us was something we assumed would be in our future. It’s the Benedict way, you see. But years passed, and nothing happened. Lately, we’d begun to think it was never going to happen for us.”
He must have seen on her face the slight panic his words gave her. Attraction was one thing. Attraction—good strong physical attraction—could lead to enjoyable evenings, and even sex. Maggie was thirty-five years old and unattached. She was accountable to no one, and if she somehow ended up having sex with these men, then fine. But she wasn’t interested in anything more.
She wasn’t looking for a husband, let alone three of