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brimming with excitement.
    Burke’s friendly smile lit up the place. Cole was darker. She saw them for what they were, halves of a whole. Just looking at them sparked her creativity. And her libido. Was she really considering doing something about that? Would she really have the courage to be honest with them?
    “I ordered you a margarita. I hope you don’t mind. I remembered you said you liked mango.” Cole didn’t smile as he offered the insanely huge glass to her. He was slightly grave, almost as though he expected her to refuse him.
    She slid a hand over his, delighted at the relief that crossed his face, the way he relaxed. “I love mango. Thank you. And I have something to celebrate.”
    Burke sat back down. The two men surrounded her. She felt oddly safe when she was between them, which happened often. Whenever they took a cab, she found herself in the middle. Walking through Times Square the night before, she’d had a brother on either side of her, their big bodies a bulwark against the encroaching crowd. She fit between them. She wanted to see just how she fit between them in bed.
    “You’re blushing,” Burke said with a grin. “Is this celebration turning naughty?”
    She was sure she flushed even more. “I sold a painting.”
    Cole’s eyes flared. “Jessa, that’s wonderful. To a gallery?”
    She nodded. She was going to have a work in a gallery in Soho. It seemed too good to be true. “I didn’t really sell it, but the gallery owner agreed to put it up. I have a painting for sale! She wants to see more. I can’t believe it. I know it’s small, but it’s a start.”
    She was practically humming with glee.
    “It isn’t small,” Cole said, his voice a deep rumble. “It’s huge. That’s great.”
    “It’s amazing, Jessa. I can’t wait for your first show,” Burke said with an enormous smile on his face.
    God, if she wasn’t glowing, it was only because it was impossible for human skin to do it. She was pretty damn sure she now understood what it meant to beam with happiness. They were so kind to her. She had spent the last several days basking in it, desperate for this giddiness to never end. She thought about them all day…and all night. Now she knew what she wanted.
    Both of them.
    She’d waited. Well, not exactly waited. Sex just hadn’t come up. She’d spent so many years trying to please her parents by becoming the perfect student. She’d graduated from high school early. She’d gone to college too young to really fit in with her classmates. Since coming to New York, all she’d been able to think about was keeping a roof over her head and food in her belly.
    It was time to have a relationship. This might not last more than a week, but she would know what it meant to belong to someone.
    “We should celebrate,” Burke offered. “I think dancing is in order.”
    Cole groaned. Though he hadn’t been much of a dancer, she’d loved being held in his strong arms when they’d danced on Christmas Eve. He’d sighed and called himself an elephant with two left feet, but being close to him made all the grousing worthwhile.
    “How about a movie?” Cole practically pleaded. “Or a show. I’ll go see a show. See, I can compromise.”
    She took a long sip of margarita, wishing she had a tequila shot instead. Liquid courage, she needed it. Instead, she drew in a breath and plowed ahead. “I think we should all go to bed.”
    They both stopped, and in perfect synchronicity, swung their dark heads her way.
    “What did you say, sweetheart?” Burke asked.
    She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You heard me.”
    “I heard that you want us in bed.” Cole stared at her like a lion about to pounce on something soft and furry. “All of us. Together.”
    Yep. They just stared in silence, those blue eyes hot, dissecting. Embarrassment swamped her. Had she been wrong about them? Had she let the fantasies in her head color her judgment?
    Burke’s eyes narrowed. “You want a ménage,