Trinity(19)
“Vision?”
“Yes, remember? When we had dinner at the Corkscrew that night, and we talked about remodeling it.”
I remember he wouldn’t divulge any details. “This is what you saw?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Whose is it? I mean, why are we here?”
“It’s yours. Ours. If you want it,” Shane reveals.
“What?”
“We leased the building, I designed the restaurant, and now, here we are.” Just as simple as that.
“You bought me a restaurant?” My stunned gaze jumps between them.
“Guilty,” Chase affirms.
Tears immediately pool in my eyes. I’m dumbfounded. Just completely mystified. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you love it. Say it makes you happy.” Shane crosses the room with purpose. “We know it’s not the Corkscrew, but maybe with time, you can love it just as much.”
I scan the beautiful room with blurry vision. The huge wall of windows showcasing the sparkling Atlantic is the perfect backdrop for the understated decor.
“I already love it.”
“You do?” Shane raises his eyebrows with a surprised look of elation.
“How could I not? It’s incredible.” I lose myself in the paper fish swimming over my head. Shane’s talent is immense. No wonder Ty traveled across the country and recruited him like a pit bull.
“There’s more.” Shane snatches my hand and drags me across the restaurant to a swinging door with a hole cut out. We enter the kitchen, and I’m blinded by the abundant amount of gleaming stainless steel.
“State of the art,” Shane boasts. “High-end everything. We didn’t spare one expense.”
My jaw is on the floor. This kitchen alone . . . The cost. Outrageous.
“I’m speechless.”
“Good. There’s one more thing.”
“There’s more?” I’m dragged still in shock out of the kitchen, through the dining room, along the bar, and past the hostess stand to another door tucked away in a nook with a sign that reads “Restricted.”
What the hell could possibly be in there? Shane punches a code on the keypad and the lock clicks. The three of us pass through the threshold into a stairwell, and I’m struck with a bout of déjà vu.
“Upstairs is your office,” Shane explains, “but this right here,”—he wraps his arms around me from behind—“is our space. The three of ours.”
“The stairwell?” I giggle.
“Mmm hmm . . .” Chase sits on the staircase directly in front of me and rubs his hand over the plush black rug. It looks more luxurious than a down comforter. “For when we want to have our dirty way with you during the dinner rush.”
I smile so hard my face hurts. I’m dazed, I’m in awe, and I’m completely blown away.
“It’s all so much. Are you sure you want to take on such a huge responsibility? Running a restaurant?” I have to know.
“You’ll be running the restaurant. We’ll be silent partners.” Chase lays out the plan.
“You trust me that much?” My voice raises an octave.
“You trust us that much, don’t you?” Chase takes my hands.
“Yes. Completely.” Both their grips get tighter at my confirmation.
“Then partners. Under one condition.”
“What’s that?” I ask warily. You never know when these two are up to no good.
“We serve Crown Royal and waffles.” Chase’s expression lights up like a mischievous child.
I laugh joyfully. My heart exploding with a fulfillment I never thought I’d know.
“I think I can arrange that,” I promise as something suddenly dawns on me. “What are we going to call it?”
Chase and Shane share that secretive look. “We were thinking . . . Trinity. But we weren’t sure how you were going feel about that,” Shane confesses.
I fall in love with the name immediately. “It’s perfect,” I nearly cry. “For so many reasons.”
“We thought so, too.” Chase leans in to share an affectionate kiss. My blood bubbles blissfully as Shane turns my head to claim an enrapturing kiss of his own.
I sigh serenely.
“What do you say we christen the place?” Shane bends me over sweetly. I brace my hands on the stairs, bracketing Chase’s seated body.
“I say there isn’t anything or anyplace or anyone I’d rather be with right now than the two of you,” I purr.
I feel the satisfaction and excitement and arousal flow through their hands as they touch me.
Who knew two strangers and one scandalous night could lead to more than just temptation. I certainly didn’t. But that’s what happened.
It led to a home and happiness and a holy trinity of love.
The End
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