“Two guys,” Trey added. “There are two guys who want you, Gracie.”
Grace looked from him to Trey and he could see her mind fighting to process what they were saying.
“This is a joke.” The words were weak, almost a question. Hell, he thought they sounded like a plea.
He shook his head. “I’ve wanted you for years, Grace.”
Trey bent forward and as Jamie watched, his friend pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Grace’s eyes drifted shut and he grasped her hands when they began to shake. “Open your eyes and look at me,”
Jamie said.
She opened them, looked at him, her gaze full of questions and if he wasn’t mistaken, lust. “How long has it been?” Jamie whispered.
“Too long,” she replied breathlessly.
He suspected—hell, he knew—she hadn’t been with anyone since her husband’s death. They were good enough friends she would have told him if there’d been another man since then.
“Come home with us,” Jamie said, his heart pounding as he spoke the words, the realization of what he was asking dawning hard. He was inviting Grace and Trey to his bed.
Trey’s lips still lingered by her ear and he heard his friend whisper, “Please, Grace. Just tonight. One night.”
She shuddered and Jamie tightened his grip on her hands. For Trey, it would be one night, but Jamie was hoping for much, much longer.
Grace took a deep breath and Jamie sensed her struggle to recover her wits. “I feel like we should talk about this. There needs to be some conversation, some discussion.”
Jamie cut her off. “Do you want to sleep with us?”
“God, yes.”
“Discussion over. Let’s pay the tab and get out of here.”