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the kitchen. But Zak didn’t care. He just wanted to breathe in the moment and be grateful.
    “They should, you know. I think it’s excellent advice to live by.”
    “Mmm…you may have a point there.” Lark lifted himself up on the tips of his toes to peck Zak lightly on the lips.
    Yes, this was it. This was good and safe and home.
    Brody watched as the two of them shared their playful little interlude and felt an overwhelming desire to be a part of it. What would it be like to be in a relationship like that? To have the love and easy companionship that Zak and Lark shared?
    “You all done for a bit?” Lark asked Zak with a faint trace of husky promise in his voice that Brody found completely irresistible.
    “Yep. I’m all yours,” Zak replied.
    Brody found himself mesmerised by the exchange. By the look in their eyes and the way they touched each other—so freely, so easily.
    “Oh! I like the sound of that. You okay if I…” Without warning, Lark turned to face Brody, his voice trailing off when he caught him openly staring at the two of them.
    Probably slack jawed and drooling, knowing my luck, Brody thought as he quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks burst into flame with embarrassment for the second time in ten minute.Damn!

    Fumbling for a random vegetable to concentrate on, Brody quickly selected a carrot and set to work preparing it. He tried not to notice the silence filling the void between them all, but it became increasingly difficult.
    Finally, Lark spoke again, his voice still whisky rough. “Whoa. I was going to ask if you were okay with me taking Zak away from you for a while, Brody. But—”
    “It’s fine. I got this under control now,” Brody quickly replied, refusing to look away from the chopping board. He’d probably take his fingers off if he did right now.
    “Yeah. Brody’s a quick study. He’s fine,” Zak added.
    “But—”
    “Come on, Lark. I’ve got something to show you.” Zak started dragging Lark away before the smaller man could make any further protest or an excuse to stay.
    Brody was extremely grateful. Okay, perhaps a little disappointed, but mostly grateful.
    Stilling the knife in his hand, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep, cleansing breath. He was pretty sure he should quit.
    Walking away and avoiding the trouble his intense attraction to the men was sure to cause seemed like the smart thing to do. Unfortunately, he simply couldn’t afford to do that. This job was the answer to a desperate man’s prayers. Someone just seemed to have gone a bit overboard with the generosity.
    Having two guys like Lark and Zak as his bosses seemed…well, almost cruel to be honest.
    But then, maybe everything would be all right now. Brody had felt the change in Zak. He’d sensed the instant the man had drawn away from him. Become cold and distant. Not mean, just…professional. In a lot of ways it was a huge relief.
    Now, if only he could imitate that calm control. He should be able to keep his interactions between himself and the two men polite but cool.
    Cool was good. Cool might have some chance of damping down the heat he felt in his pants every time he was in the same room with them. Of course, getting Lark to agree to the plan was starting to look like a long shot. Brody only had his observations of the smaller man to go on, but he definitely didn’t come across as the sort of person to take a step back, or miss even the smallest opportunity or encouragement.
    Watching Lark had become one of his favourite pastimes, actually. Whenever he was in the same room as the man, Brody found his eyes automatically tracking to Lark. He drank the man in like a camel after a ten-day desert trek. Lark’s energy and vitality drew him in. The way he moved. The way he was almost always laughing and smiling. The way he sometimes sought Zak out just to share a moment—a look, a word or a brief touch.
    Suddenly, the memory of Zak’s big calloused hand, resting and caressing