They both got in the truck. Drew stared at the steering wheel. “Are you sure this will work?”
“I hope so. For the first time I fucking hate being a Law Castle bad boy.”
Drew could only agree with Noah. The bad boy reputation had stuck with them since they’d left high school. What determined a bad boy? A guy who refused to settle down, who went through women faster than they went through a clean change of pants. Being a bad boy was prized where they lived, even though to many a bad boy was something to be ashamed of. Patrick and Larry had been a member of the bad boy clan when they had been younger. When they settled down with Gloria the reputation left them.
Women treated them like rock stars. Many wanted to sleep with them just to say they’d been with a Law Castle bad boy. Drew was surprised there wasn’t some sort of t-shirt for them to wear.
Being a teenager all he’d wanted to be was a bad boy. Now all he wanted to do was settle down with one woman. The irony was the one woman he and Noah wanted didn’t think they were capable of being with her.
In years to come, he hoped he’d be telling his own sons about the tale of how he’d gotten their mother. He thought about Cheryl with a swollen stomach, and his cock got harder.
He drove home quickly. The need to relieve himself was intense.
How could they do that to her? Get her all worked up only to leave her hanging when they got her home. She’d been looking forward to spending the night with them again. They were the only two people in the world who she trusted to let down her guard with.
She enjoyed spending time with them. Not only the last few days but when she took the car in. They had been the only ones to not be careful about what they said around her. She appreciated the town’s concern, but she hadn’t wanted anyone to change because of her. Pulling back the small curtain covering the front window by the door, she watched them talking in their truck. They drove off minutes later. Locking the door, she moved around her silent home wishing she could call them back. Never in her life had she been the type of person to beg anyone for attention. She wouldn’t start with Noah and Drew. Turning off the lights and checking the windows and doors, she walked upstairs to her room. Switching on the television, she flopped down on the edge of the bed and flicked through the channels. Several celebrity talk shows were on and lots of reality television. She skipped it, not wanting to get anything that would be too time-consuming. Her mother had used to watch the reality shows to keep her company when her sickness got so bad she couldn’t sleep.
Turning the channel over, she settled on a movie. It was a sappy romantic comedy that she’d seen many times, but it allowed her the time to mentally drift.
Could she be in a relationship with Noah and Drew? She’d talked to Gloria about it, and the other woman’s response had been, “I did.”
Closing her eyes, she pushed her hair off her face to do something with her hands. If she wasn’t careful, she’d spend the whole night cleaning the house from top to bottom until she passed out exhausted.
Blowing out in boredom, she got up and went down to the kitchen to make herself some hot chocolate. The moment she entered the kitchen, her gaze zeroed in on the table. For several minutes her body grew hot thinking about their hands all over her. Shaking her head to try to gain some sense, she went to the fridge, grabbing the milk. She poured some milk into a saucepan and placed it on the hob to heat up. Cheryl preferred real hot chocolate and gathered some honey and quality chocolate from the pantry. She broke the chocolate into the pan, squirted in some honey and gave it a good stir until everything was melted and looked dark, sweet, and delicious.
Pouring the whole lot into her large mug, she put the saucepan in the sink and walked back upstairs to her room.
She sipped the chocolate while her thoughts were still unsure about Noah and Drew. The only part about them that she knew for certain was she didn’t want to be alone.
Night fell, and she stripped down, putting on a night-shirt to cover herself. She’d wait until morning and make her decision then. Monday morning would bring a whole host of problems.
One, she needed a job, and two, she needed to understand what she wanted from Noah and Drew before anyone got hurt.
Chapter Nine
On Monday, she was no closer to knowing the truth than the night before. Drew and Noah knocked on her door first thing carrying some cups filled with coffee, and the scent of fresh baking followed them in.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“We didn’t say we wouldn’t see you again. We simply said we’d show you we wanted you for more than sex,” Noah said. He dropped a kiss on her head taking the lead in the kitchen. Drew sat her down in a seat, taking a kiss from her as he did.