Her Mane Men (Paranormal Dating Agency Kindle World)(6)

“Yes.” Curtis tightened up as he spoke, the tension rolling off of him. He was carefully selecting his words, something I was not gifted at. “No.” His eyes fell. “It’s not like that.”

“That make no sense.” I let my thoughts fly out without thinking, something I was gifted at, and immediately wanted to kick myself.

“What he means is, we don’t want to share you with anyone else,” Parker clarified. And in a bizarre way, that sort of did make sense.

“But you want to share me between the two of you.” Blush burned my cheeks as the sexual connotations of what I just said sank in. I was the crème of their man-sandwich. Or, at least sometimes. Yeah, the blush was burning hot in three point two seconds. “Forget I said that. It came out wrong.”

They knew where my mind had gone—there was no way they missed it—but, being ever the gentlemen, they let it go.

“More that you would be sharing yourself with us as we would be sharing ourselves with you.”

Goodness let the waiter not still be standing at the door waiting for us to beckon. The sexiness oozing off Curtis’s words left no room for interpretation. None. We were 100 percent talking about sex now, even if no one was directly naming it. Weirdest first date ever. Also, the best.

“At the same time, then.” Damn that sounded good. Because, apparently, they had turned me into a sex freak without any more than a maybe kiss on the top of my head. I never understood how people could jump in the sack with someone they just met until now. I was far too close to begging the two guys sitting with me to do just that with me.

“I’d imagine so, but not always.”

All the possibilities.

“We should stop talking about this now.” Because I was so close to ruining all things by begging them to take me home—their home.

“Because you are uncomfortable, or because you like it a bit too much?” The glint in Parker’s eye said he knew it was more of the latter.

“Both.” I inhaled deeply, wanting to address the elephant in the room. Wanting was a bit of an exaggeration, but knowing the elephant would be ever present until I did, pushed me forward. “Answer me this. Why did you need a dating service? You are hot, smart, have good careers, and I’m sure there are many women who would be happy to be in a Parker and Curtis sandwich.”

I did not just say that.

“Is that—” Parker began before a knee hit the table just as he exclaimed, “Owww.”

So, yes. Yes, I did say it.

“What Parker was going to say before turning left to the gutter, was Gerri is known far and wide for finding people their perfect ma—match. That’s what we wanted. If we wanted a good time, I’m sure we could’ve found that easily enough, but we want more, and Gerri thinks you are more—I think you are more.”

“We think you are more,” Parker corrected.

“Why did you go to Gerri if not for the same reason?” Curtis queried, his eyes holding mine.

“This is going to sound really lame, but my best friend gave me a gift certificate there for my birthday.” Lame was such an understatement. There they were looking for true love, and I was all, I had a coupon. “She was worried I was not putting myself out there enough since she moved, which is probably accurate. Roxanne found Barry though the agency and thought I might be as lucky.”

“Roxy Johansen is your best friend?”

How did Parker know her? Oh, Roxanne and I were gonna have words.

“Yes?” It wasn’t even a question, but his connection to my best friend caught me off guard.

“Barry’s the one who told us to go to Gerri in the first place. Almost two years ago, now.”

Small world.

“Ha, that’s when she started pestering me. How do you know him? Isn’t he from Maple Rivers?” The town he whisked my friend to on the other side of the country so she could be blissfully happy. Even I couldn’t be mad at that.

“He is.” Curtis’s shoulders tensed again. He should never play poker, the way he gave his stress away. He’d never successfully bluff. “So are we.”

Fuck a duck. Of course, they don’t live here because why make a complicated situation any easier.

“You don’t live here?” Just in case my ears misheard, which they never did with the bad stuff because life doesn’t work that way.

“No. Gerri told us to get our backsides here or forever be lonely and incomplete, so we did.” Because that made rational sense to no one in the world. Some person is all get your butt here for a blind date and off you go traveling the country. That was almost as crazy as—yeah me thinking two men are better than one, which was 100 percent the direction my mind had been going before the roadblock of them living most of a country away.

“When do you need to go back?” I didn’t even pretend to hide my disappointment. At least I knew now and not after we—did stuff.

“That depends on us.”

“Us?” I asked Parker, needing to know which us he meant because, somehow, over the course of the night I agreed to be part of one, possibly three us’, depending on how you broke things down.

“Yes, I can stay here as long as I want and work remotely. Curtis has never taken a day of leave, so he can stay pretty much as long as he wants too, and if we decide this works, we can move on from there.”