The Men With the Golden Cuffs(118)

Jake rather liked the man Serena called her gay husband. “You’re preaching to the choir, man. We’ve told her how we feel.”

Chris’s eyes narrowed. “All right then. It’s just a matter of time.” He sighed. “Back to the salt mines for me. I have to drop these books off and then help him in the back room. When is the champagne coming out?”

It seemed to be a rhetorical question because Chris walked toward the signing table.

Jake didn’t like last minute changes. Not one bit. “Keep an eye on both the Andersons.”

She’d burned Serena once. Jake intended to make sure she didn’t get a second chance.

“Okay,” Adam agreed. “And we haven’t, you know.”

“Haven’t what?”

Adam looked toward Serena, his eyes softening. “We haven’t told her how we feel. We’ve told her we want her. We’ve spanked her ass red and made her come, but we haven’t said those three little words.”

I love you.

God, he hadn’t told her he loved her.

“But we do,” Jake said solemnly, looking to Adam.

A bright smile crossed Adam’s face. “Fuck yeah, we do.”

Jake looked across the room where Serena sat at her little table. The table was for the signing that would begin after the cocktail reception. She looked so damn pretty. Despite the fact that he would prefer those lovely breasts of hers weren’t on display in this type of a gathering, he had to admit that Adam had done a spectacular job of dressing her. “So, what do we do? Take her out to dinner after this thing and explain something she should have figured out awhile back?”

Adam leaned against the wall and watched her. “She’s not deeply self-aware. And she’s completely gun shy. I think we’ll have to tell her more than once before it sinks in. We just have to make sure she doesn’t run once this case is over.”

“Well, I have some ideas on that front.” Jake was good with handcuffs. He would just lock Serena up.

He knew one thing. He wasn’t going to let her go. He would try everything he had to if it meant keeping her close.

Jake looked out the front windows. There was a crowd waiting. Mostly women, although a few seemed to have dragged husbands along. And there were a few men who seemed to be alone. Yeah, he wanted to check those men out.

“Not long now,” Adam said, checking his watch.

Not long at all. Jake was going to count down the minutes until he could get Serena home and safe and they could start telling her exactly how they felt.





Chapter Twenty-One





“So, you’re just sleeping with them now?” Bridget asked, pulling out pens and laying them on the table.

Serena could smell the hors d’oeuvres as the caterer began sending out staff to make the rounds. Any minute now the doors would open, and she would see if anyone had shown up. But all Bridget seemed to be able to think about was Serena’s sex life.

Love life. It was a damn love life because she was in love.

“I don’t know. I think I’m falling for them,” she admitted, playing with her water bottle. She wasn’t about to tell her best friend the full truth. That would mean admitting she’d already fallen for them both and wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“Think? Really? You have to think about it?” Chris put down a big stack of the new book on the table. “There’s more where this came from. Lara brought three cases. And a box of the last book, just in case. I’m going to go and get that and then I’m done being their errand boy. Don’t they know I’m here as the eye candy for many lonely women? I thought it was in my job description. Gay best friend, also does male modeling and writes books. Nowhere in there are the words ‘pack mule.’ Nope. Uh uh. And Serena, you need to think about this. Those men give a damn, otherwise they wouldn’t put up with the two of us.”

Serena watched as Jake and Adam talked. “What do you mean?”

Bridget smiled. “We’ve been putting them through the besties test. Adam was dumb enough to give me his phone number and then he was annoyed enough to give me Jake’s.”

“We’ve been calling every day demanding updates and making a general nuisance of ourselves. It’s just a little test. Men like those two will put up with very little crap from people, and yet they’ve been perfectly pleasant with the two of us,” Chris confided.

“Jake did hang up on me when I asked him if he could help give my cat an enema.” Bridget shrugged. “I might have overplayed my hand. But before that, he came over and installed a new security system. And he was nice enough to take his shirt off. Well, I was smart enough to turn off the air conditioning and get the place to like a hundred degrees before he came over. Damn girl, that man is fine.”