Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

Liam had on a skintight, black, long-sleeved T-shirt and tight blue jeans that left exactly nothing to the imagination. Anyone who bothered to look would know he dressed left. Both were the sexiest men she had ever seen, and they were all hers.

“Hi, Marl.” She sat in the chair that Nick held out for her and grinned with delight when her two men pulled their chairs around the table so that they sat on either side of her. They crowded so close it would be impossible to eat without bumping elbows with them. It didn’t matter though. She loved being close to them.

Lindsay ordered a Cosmo from the hovering waitress. She waited until Nick ordered his beer and Liam ordered ice water with lemon before speaking again. “All right, spill.”

But Marla wasn’t going to do things the easy way. She was content to make Lindsay wait until she was good and ready to tell Lindsay the news. Smiling a little goofily at the men, Marla leaned forward. “We were never properly introduced. I’m Marla,” she said to the two men.

From the way Marla was grinning and the way she was making Lindsay wait for the “big news,” Lindsay figured she still had her job.

Both men grinned and shook her hand. “I’m Nick, and this is Liam, though you probably figured that out last month when we met at Lindsay’s apartment. Thanks for looking out for Lindsay until we could get there.”

“No problem,” Marla said breezily. She turned back to Lindsay, who was squirming in her seat. “So, any guesses?”

A warm hand landed on the back of Lindsay’s neck, and Nick stroked his thumb along her hairline. Liam’s hand, meanwhile, had snuck under the table and was resting on her inner thigh possessively. She savored the ease of their physical affection and went back to Marla’s question.

“Heather?” Lindsay asked with an evil grin. It was wishful thinking, sure, but she could always dream, right?

Marla’s lush mouth pushed into a pout. “Damn, girl. I was going to make you suffer. How’d you guess on the first try?”

A sweep of relief rushed through Lindsay at the surprising news. Was it bad to feel this happy over someone else’s misfortune? Heather did have a way of making her life a relative hell whenever she could, but still…

“Come on, girl. Ding dong, the witch is dead! Or unemployed by the City of Toronto, anyway. You should be jumping up and down and screaming louder than you do when you watch the Leafs on television!”

Liam chuckled and grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “She’s not the only one to scream at the Leafs. I scream at them, too. When they score a goal, I scream a lot. Mostly obscenities.”

Lindsay rolled her eyes and shook her finger in Liam’s face. “When you get home from the firehouse, we are having a little talk about your hockey priorities. I mean the Habs? Get real.” She turned her attention back to Marla, who was practically vibrating in her seat. Taking pity on her friend and smiling at the waitress when their drinks were delivered, she asked, “Why did she get fired?”

It was clear that was the question that Marla had been waiting for. “It turns out that there have been several complaints about Heather for months now, from both staff and patrons.

“You know Kristie, the redhead who does the morning shift with Heather? Apparently, Heather had been harassing her for weeks. When Heather told April about your personal life, and how it would ‘
reflect badly on the library
’—” Marla rolled her eyes. And really, who in the hell would care who Lindsay was fucking anyway? “—April told her about the complaints and that the good City of Toronto did not want or need malicious gossips working for them. Turns out that the number of complaints from both patrons and staff were enough to get her fired, and her trying to cause you trouble was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Lindsay barely suppressed a giggle of glee. It would really be bad form to pump her fist in the air, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t help the delighted grin that stretched her mouth though. “I guess what they say is true. Karma really is a bitch.”

Lindsay’s heart had never felt so full. Marla and her men got along spectacularly. The four of them talked and laughed for almost an hour before Liam reluctantly rose to leave. “I’m starting a twenty-four hour shift soon.” He kissed Lindsay lingeringly, brushing her jaw with his finger. “You’ll be home when I get back,
chérie
?”

She nodded with a smile. “I’ll be waiting.” She would always wait for them because she knew they would never leave her.

Nick rose as well. “I hate to say it, but I have to get back to the office.” He, too, kissed Lindsay, drawing it out as long as he could without getting arrested for indecency. “I’ll see you tonight, kitten. Come on, babe. You can drop me off on your way to the station. Nice to see you again, Marla. We’ll see you next week for dinner.”

Lindsay smiled again and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. Her heart flipped over, and her stomach squirmed pleasantly as she watched the two men walk hand in hand to the car, each grinning at her through the restaurant’s big window before driving off. “God, Marla. How did I get so lucky?”

Marla sighed and rested her chin in her cupped palm. “That’s not the real question.”

“No?” Lindsay asked with a grin.

Marla shook her head and sighed again. “Nope. The real question is where can I get me two of them?”

“Look elsewhere, Marl. Those two are all mine.”

THE END

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