As they ate, she kept looking from one to the other. Mac wanted to say something to put her at ease, but he didn’t know what would and what would upset her more.
While he thrived in the corporate world, he was content to let Trevor handle the things at home. It was one of the things that made them the perfect team.
When Trevor started a casual conversation with her about the company, Mac listened while he ate, closing his eyes at the sound of their voices as they mixed. When he opened his eyes Trevor was staring at him.
“You okay?” Trevor asked, looking at him with a funny look on his face.
Mac picked up his beer and tilted towards him in a salute. “Perfect.”
Annabelle pushed her plate away. “I’ll clean up before we start to work.”
“Work?” Trevor asked looking completely confused.
Mac kicked him under the table.
“Yes. The files you wanted me to look at.” Her eyes narrowed as she glanced between them. “There are files to look at?”
Trevor leant back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. “Okay, you caught us. We lied.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You lied!”
Mac could see this conversation going down hill fast. “We needed to get you out of the city…” he tried to explain.
She jumped out of her chair, and it fell back onto the floor. “Get me out of the city and what… seduce me?”
He didn’t answer right away. Because that had been exactly their plan. That and they had to be here for tomorrow’s full moon. “Kind of.”
Her face flushed red. “Kind of? You lied to me.”
Trevor stood and started to come around the table.
“Oh no, you don’t.” She pointed a finger at him. “You just stay over there.”
“Annabelle, that’s not the only reason.” Mac stood also.
“How would I know that?” Her voice rose, surprising him. He had never known her to raise it before.
“I’m telling you…”
She fisted her hands at her sides. “How do I know you’re not lying again?” With that she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room.
Trevor whistled at her exit. “Boy, do we have a spitfire.”
Mac glared at him and started to go after her.
“No, let her cool off,” Trevor told him softly.
Mac could hear the worry in Trevor’s voice but that didn’t stop the anger he felt. They had waited so long to claim Annabelle. And he was scared to death of losing her. He couldn’t tell Trevor that though.
“That was stupid,” Mac complained and grabbed the dirty dishes off the table. Dumping them in hot water, he felt Trevor move up behind him.
“Well, we did lie to her. Give her time and she’ll settle down.”
“What if she doesn’t?” Mac shared his fear. “We’ve waited for so long. What if she decides she doesn’t want us?”
Trevor’s talented hands moved to his shoulders and started to rub out the tension. “Not going to happen. Just give it time.”
Mac leant against the other man. “I’m tired of waiting. I knew she was the one the day I interviewed her.”
“Come on.” Trevor grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back door.
“Where are we going?”
“We’ll take a quick run and relax you. It will give her time to cool down also.” Trevor opened the back door and pushed him out.
Reluctantly, Mac followed him down the deck steps. “A quick run, then I want to talk to her.”
Chapter Three
Annabelle heard the back door slam and cringed. She tiptoed to the window and watched as Trevor and Mac walked quickly from the house towards the lake.
She wondered if they were going for a swim.
She should go down and talk to them. Make them understand that as much as she wanted to spend the weekend learning every inch of both of their bodies, it just wasn’t possible.
Mac should see that she didn’t belong with them; he was a rich powerful man who could have any woman he wanted. Trevor, too. They had everything, including each other, while she had nothing to offer.
They might enjoy her body for a while but sooner or later would get tired of her. She was sure she couldn’t live through having her heart broken again. Having anyone else leave her. No, it was just better that they not start anything. Then later, there would be no regret.
Moving away from the window, she pulled the covers down and lay on the soft, inviting bed. While she was alone in the big bed, they would probably be sleeping together tonight. The image of them touching each other had her rolling onto her back and pushing the covers down. Just the thought of the two of them together, kissing, touching, made her ache. Every fantasy she’d ever had paled to the sight of the two of them actually together.