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she started. “To love you and to trust you.”
    “And I made the same promise to you. That’s not changed.”
    “Hasn’t it? Hasn’t tonight changed everything?”
    He stopped for a moment and just stared. “It’s changed for
you.” His words weren’t formed in a question.
    Not once, since the first time she met him more than six
years ago, had she ever lied to her husband, and she sure as hell wasn’t about
to start now. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that,” she said again. It was all
she could say. It was all she could focus on.
    He cupped her cheeks and forced her to look into his eyes.
“Ah, baby. You liked it. You were supposed to. That’s why we—”
    She shook her head and wouldn’t let him finish his sentence.
“No, no. It’s more than that. He… Evan…”
    “Evan what?”
    “I just… The way he looked at me and…and the way he touched
me. I just…”
    She was rambling like an incoherent, panicked fool. But Garrett…
Garrett was always the cool one under pressure. “Easy, now. Take it easy.
You’re going to hyperventilate if you keep this up.”
    Maybe she should. Maybe she should just let the dizziness
take over and knock her out. Then she could deal with all this insanity running
through her head much, much later.
    “Listen,” he said, stroking his thumbs across her cheeks.
“Don’t overanalyze this, okay? You—we—we just tried something totally new. It’s
got you off-kilter, is all.”
    She was shaking her head again before he stopped speaking.
“I’m not just off-kilter, Garrett.”
    “Then what is it?”
    Tears burned her eyes. “There was a connection to him. To
Evan. A connection I’ve never felt with anyone besides you.”
    She pushed her fist against the ache growing deep inside her
chest and stared at Garrett. She waited for him to say something. She waited
for him to lash out at her or for a hurt expression to appear on his handsome
face. But neither of those things happened. Instead, his touch grew more tender
as his gaze softened even more.
    “And that’s caught you off guard.”
    Again, there was no question to his voice. When she simply nodded
her response, he smiled. The reaction was one she should’ve expected, but
didn’t.
    “And you’re worried I’m going to turn into some kind of
jealous lunatic?”
    She’d never seen him act like a lunatic before and she knew
he wouldn’t act like one now. “No. But I don’t want to hurt you. Saying
something like that—”
    “I’m not hurt, Riley.” He dropped his hands to where hers
were clenched in her lap and held them. “Do you remember what I told you when
we met, about life taking us where we’re supposed to go? About the people we
meet being brought into our lives for a reason?”
    Yes, she remembered that. At the time, she thought maybe he
was some kind of peace, love and harmony hippie even though he looked as if he
could’ve walked straight off the pages of GQ Magazine. She quickly came
to find out that was just who Garrett was. He wasn’t anywhere near being a
tree-hugging pushover, yet he was still the most open and accepting person
she’d ever met.
    “So you think Evan’s meant to be here, with us?”
    The edge of his lip quirked. “I don’t really know. What I do
know is this…” He went to his knees in front of her and made room for himself
in between her thighs. “If you felt something, I’m not about to discount it.
For the last six years, my life has been about making you happy. You know
that.”
    She absolutely knew that. He’d never hesitated to give her
everything he possibly could. Everything that was in his power to give her.
    It had been Garrett who planted the seed for trying out a
ménage in the first place. While snuggling in front of their fireplace one
night months ago, their conversation had somehow turned toward the discussion
of alternative lifestyles. Polyamorous relationships had been brought up, and
she didn’t try to hide her interest—or the sensual