Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(91)

“Oh! Shoot. I had my ringer turned off while I was interviewing Ms. Anders. I forgot to turn it back on.” Lately, it seemed the days were over before they’d even gotten started.

“I told him you were in a meeting, and he said not to worry about it as long as we were with you.”

Heath walked up and looked over Cody’s shoulder. “Did you tell her she’s in trouble?”

A chuckle rumbled in Cody’s chest as he looked back at one of his best friends. “Stop trying to scare her. She wouldn’t buy it. Anyway, he said that he’d be here in a few minutes.”

Heath nudged Cody. “Did you tell her?”

Cody looked back at Heath with mild irritation. “I’m getting to it.”

“Tell me what, guys?”

Cody was thoughtful for a minute and then said, “We just wanted you to know that we think Ben and Quinten are pretty good guys. We kinda…”

“Kinda what?”

“We saw them as competition. When we got back into the area and came to see you the first time…we could tell that they didn’t want us around you—”

Heath nodded sagely as he interrupted. “They’re territorial. We would be too.”

Cody cast a disgusted look at Heath. “Long and the short of it is this. They’ll take good care of you.”

Camilla smiled at her friends. “So you approve. And you’re not…pining?”

Cody gave a small shake of his head, but Heath slid his lower lip out, his pale green eyes twinkling, and nodded pathetically. Cody must’ve guessed at Heath’s antics because he jabbed backward with his elbow, and Heath’s breath left him in a whoosh. “You’ll always be the one that got away, Cami. But we’re really happy for you.”

“Someday you’ll find a girl to be overbearing, overprotective assholes about and you can drive her crazy with all your territorial bullshit. Whoever she is, she’s a lucky girl.”

Camilla jumped up from her chair and hugged them both. She was pretty sure the men were intent on sharing a woman. And it was one hell of a woman that could deal with one of those big guys, much less all three of them.

Cody, with his dark-eyed and long-haired good looks. Heath, with his tightly cropped blond hair and sexy light-colored eyes. And Spencer, who was every woman’s bad boy wet dream come to life, with his golden eyes, closely cut dark hair, and all those tattoos… Camilla hoped that whoever won their great big loving hearts was worthy of them.

“Speaking of lucky,” Heath began, “who was that gorgeous chick who was in here earlier? She’s hot.”

“She’s considering the club management position.” Leveling Heath and Cody with a serious look that came easy from years of practice, Camilla was about to give them her “Work is work, pleasure is pleasure, and the two don’t mix,” speech but thought better of it. It felt unfair to do that to them. They’d been bouncers for years. They weren’t assholes by any stretch of the imagination, and they wouldn’t abuse their responsibilities or their job titles.

“Her name is Sylvan Anders, but she also goes by Sylvie. She’s single, but…”

“But what?”

“She’s not sure how long she’ll be in the area. She’s rather nomadic.”

“Hmm,” Heath said speculatively. “Good to know. I don’t suppose you have her number.”

Camilla scoffed and punched his rock-hard abs. “Gah! Get your own hookups, Heath.”

Heath feigned pain as he clutched his toned gut and backed out of the office. He directed his attention to the front door and said, “Hey, boss.”

Camilla was pleased with the easy conversation between the three men as Ben walked up to the group and gave her a kiss when she put her arms around him. “Hey, sugar. You ready to go?”

She nodded and grabbed her purse and her laptop case, which he took from her as she shut off the lights in her office. “Where’s Quinten?”

“He’s eating out with Ethan, Grace, and the other guys, and probably doing Princess Rose Marie’s bidding, I imagine.”

“Huh?”

“He gave us the night to ourselves.”

“He did?” Pleasure filled Camilla at the prospect. She’d been unsure of how they’d work out alone time in their threesome, especially considering their schedules.

Cody and Heath gave them space and headed toward the door, motioning that they’d be checking the building before locking up for the night. Ben and Camilla nodded and walked to the front door.

“He said that he got all that time alone with you last week, and he wanted to return the favor.”