and Colby.
She’d shared the brief phone conversation she’d had with Silas’s roommate a couple months ago. She hadn’t been able to stand the silence when he’d stopped emailing his brothers for two weeks, cutting off her information pipeline. The guys had tried to reach out to Silas when she pestered them. None of the three had gotten a response.
So she’d broken down and dialed, expecting to hang up on Silas’s terse greeting like usual. Instead, the unfamiliar man on the other end of the line had startled her into making a betraying gasp. She’d begged him not to tell Silas she’d called. After he’d agreed, she couldn’t help prying, just a little.
Silas had picked up extra shifts. No biggie there. She’d wondered if he had finally moved on when the sweet man on the other end of the line appreciated her genuine concern and expressed curiosity about Silas’s history. Lucy had given him enough to help him understand the situation. It had hurt, but she’d hoped Silas could find some measure of happiness. In fact, she hadn’t worried when he dropped off the grid this time because she assumed his obvious lover had kept him too busy for correspondence.
The poor man. “Red Covington died in the blast.”
JD made the sign of the cross.
Colby swept her into his arms, surrounding her with his gentle warmth and reliable shelter. God, how she loved this man. So much, she accepted that she could lose him when Silas came home.
Tomorrow.
After a decade of exile, Prince Silas would return to his kingdom. Colby might still be under his spell. Denying her own infatuation would be pointless, though she wasn’t the one in danger of being captured.
The passionate exchange she’d interrupted between Colby and Silas had fueled her best dreams and worst night terrors for ten long years. Never far from her mind, she remembered it often. How it had boiled her blood and frozen her heart.
The two men she craved wanted each other.
Not her.
Despite her naïve attempts at seduction, both men had kept her at arm’s length. Colby had held her hand, kissed her sweetly and melted her heart but neither had shown her the raw lust she’d discovered they were capable of. At least not then. After Silas left, Colby had gradually warmed. She had no complaints about their love life but neither had he shown her that abandonment to raw obsession again.
Only one person had inspired that in him.
“They’re sending Silas home. I arranged the flight with the hospital. Judy agreed to take over three of my homecare patients to clear time in my daily schedule. They’re releasing him into my care.” She cupped Colby’s jaw with her trembling fingers. Could he read her understanding? His enduring desire for the other man didn’t make her prize him less. No, even more, because he’d remained faithful to her all this time when she couldn’t give him everything he needed, no matter how badly she wished she could. “Our care.”
“Silas is coming home?” Colby sounded like she felt. Dazed. Excited. Terrified.
“Silas is coming home.” JD whooped then hugged them both, a solid arm around each of them. “Things are gonna work out. The way they always should have been. You’ll see.”
Colby watched his wife jog to the house. She’d left Silas’s mom, Victoria, inside. The woman had probably already rung half the state to arrange all they’d need to bring her eldest son home.
Colby distracted himself from worrying about the man he’d called his best friend once by studying Lucy’s fine ass in those snug jeans, the curves highlighted by her soft pink shirt and the wild mass of her untamed hair. He adored those fiery curls, especially when they fanned over his chest each night as they fell asleep together.
She issued a watery smile over her shoulder before ducking inside. The quiet desperation thinning her lips made his stomach do flip-flops.
“What the hell are you going to do now, boy?”
“Don’t have a fucking
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