stopped him from touching her in the car.
The knowledge hadn’t stopped her either. There’d been several times in her past when she’d pulled away from a man because of Blake. Times when other men just hadn’t measured up. But with Angus that wasn’t the case. She might have pulled back after that first kiss to warn him about her feelings for her friend, but pulling away a second time had not been a possibility. Not with the way her body lit up with one touch from Angus. One kiss.
Holy cow, his kisses! A nun would voluntarily lose her habit for one of those kisses.
Talking about habits—was that what Blake was? An old habit? One that was hard to break? Was she just so used to being in love with him she didn’t know how else to live?
She stared at him, mulling over the thought. But when he turned and looked at her with those beautiful green eyes of his, affection so clear in their depths, she knew he was not a habit. Never had been. She was in love with the man. And if he weren’t such a damned saint about his sexual preferences, she’d have fucked him stupid years ago.
Nothing had changed as far as Blake was concerned. She still loved him. Still wanted him. What had changed was that she now wanted someone else too.
Angus and Blake had hit it off immediately—as she’d suspected they would—and now chatted amiably over lunch. Blake asked how Angus had gotten into landscaping.
“Picture this. Five teenage boys living in a small house with their parents. Should have been chaos, right?”
“Right,” Blake agreed instantly. Like Lily, he was an only child. The idea of any siblings, let alone four, was foreign to both of them. With that many children in one house, life had to have been chaotic for Angus.
“It wasn’t. Our folks loved us, but they had rules, and we obeyed those rules or suffered the consequences.”
“Consequences?” Lily asked.
Angus grimaced. “Bathroom duty. We didn’t listen, we landed up cleaning the toilet. And with five teenage boys, it wasn’t pretty.”
She laughed.
“My parents assigned us chores. Mine was looking after the garden.”
“Like mowing the lawn?” Blake asked.
Angus shook his head. “There wasn’t a lawn to mow. House was too small. But my mother liked her pot plants, and she liked them looking good.” He shrugged. “Taught me everything she knew about flowers and then sent me to the local nursery to learn more. I spent a lot of afternoons there. Got my first job there too—and stayed on until I opened my business.”
“Which is a huge success,” Lily told Blake proudly. “Lifestyle Landscaping was recommended to me by three different people. Plus, you’ve seen my garden. It’s now gorgeous.”
Angus nodded his thanks.
Blake regarded Angus with a gleam in his eye. A gleam that sparked a million questions in Lily’s mind. “Do you have any suggestions for landscaping this place?”
“A couple. But I haven’t seen too much of it yet.”
“Which we’ll remedy as soon as lunch is done. Give me a rough idea from what you have seen.”
Angus went on to outline some of his suggestions, all of which sounded brilliant to Lily. Blake looked impressed too. Very impressed.
Lily watched closely as Blake and Angus spoke. Something about their interaction demanded she sit up and take notice. She couldn’t place what it was, but it left her tingling somewhere deep inside.
Damn panties of hers. They were useless in the presence of these two men, one so very different from the other.
Angus, so serious, so focused. So determined to set himself apart from her and Blake. The whole Duchess comment hadn’t really surprised her. Numerous times when they’d shared an early-morning coffee, Angus had made reference to the difference in their social standing.
Then there was Blake. So quick to smile or make them laugh. So unaffected by life and everything it had offered him. So open and honest with her about everything—except his sexuality. He was