struggling to stay calm when what he wanted to do was ask Dalton what he’d decided. Not knowing was killing Cole. Tara had her drawing supplies and fabric samples arranged over one of the overstuffed chairs, and Dalton was reading a history of architecture textbook that must be duller than dirt because Dalton looked up about every thirty seconds. I wish he’d make up his mind. Tara said if I ask, it’d be a long time before I ever have sex with anyone again. But damn! It’s been three days.
Cole glanced up when Dalton laid his book on the floor and uncurled from the chair. He smiled, taking his time.
Come on! Say it!
Dalton looked from one of them to the other, and smiled.
That’s a good sign?
“I’ve been thinking about what we talked about Saturday. You know, with the three of us being a couple.” Dalton shrugged and then grinned. “So I’ve been looking around and reading up on it. Like you said, it could be a tough relationship. But I don’t think I’m the jealous type. And I already like you both a lot.
Dalton took in a deep breath. “I’d like to give it a try.”
Tara squealed and Cole thought he’d pop as the good news flooded him. They both descended on Dalton and hugged him tight. Once Tara stepped back, Cole kissed Dalton on the cheek and hauled him out of the chair.
“Cole, what are you doing?” asked Tara.
Cole looked at her for a minute before answering in a deflated voice. “Not going to the bedroom to have mind blowing sex with my two favorite people. That’s what.”
Dalton chuckled and Tara smiled at Cole. “Let’s have a date night Saturday. We can save Saturday night as our night. We don’t have to have sex, but just spend time together. How’s that sound?”
“But we can have sex, sometimes, right?” asked Cole.
Dalton patted his back and grinned. “I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.”
* * * *
Dalton put the rack of ribs on the table. Tonight’s meal had cost him a fortune. But since this was their first date night ever, he wanted to make it unforgettable. He’d made spareribs, which everyone loved, and several vegetable dishes Tara would eat to keep both of them happy. He’d expected help with the preparation, but Cole had been called into work for a few hours. The grounds crew was preparing for a massive snowstorm forecast early Monday morning. But most of the food had come from their weekly trip to the farmer’s market.
The market had become a way the trio stretched their food budget. They’d gotten to know some of the venders and were learning what was in season, and less expensive. Tonight the new dish was oven-roasted brussel sprouts. He and Cole were working to find what Tara liked. She was definitely the most particular about her food of the three of them. Her idea of edible veggies went more along the lines of mashed potatoes, corn and…ice cream.
In spite of all the failures, they kept plugging away to find something. The pressure of being responsible for the entire meal played on Dalton’s nerves until his hands began to tremble. Tara had left several hours ago on errands of her own, but promised she’d be back before Cole got home. Dalton sighed and dropped onto the couch. Everything was ready. He’d already showered twice to make certain he was as clean as possible.
A familiar banging of boots on the porch sounded just before Cole burst through the door. “Damn, I’m exhausted.”
Dalton’s heart sank. Our first date night’s going to be a dud. He gathered his already shredded nerves and bolstered his attitude. “Go shower. Dinner’s almost ready. Tara should be here any minute.”
Cole glanced over the table and at the piles of pots, racks and pans strewn across the kitchen. He cradled Dalton’s face and kissed him softly. “Relax. It’ll be fun, regardless of what happens. I’ll go clean up so I’m all glittery for tonight.”
Dalton chuckled at the idea of Cole’s huge body coated with glitter. “I know.