Bound to Billionaires (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 2)

“Gifts aside, there’s more to Eric and Scott than just stubbornness and bravado.” Gretchen kissed her on the cheek. “Take the leap of faith. You know you want to. Open yourself up, Megan, and you’ll see.”

She sucked in a deep breath and glanced at Scott and Eric. They were giving the one-two punch to her resolve and Gretchen was about to land a knockout. “Does this dear woman always play matchmaker for you two?”

Scott shook his head. “We found you before Gretchen ever met you, sweetheart. She’s a hopeless romantic, yes?” He kissed Gretchen on the top of her head.

“My turn,” Eric said. “Megan needs her rest. It’s been a very long day.”

His words seemed to reach into her, and her tired and tensed muscles relaxed, as she imagined how good it would feel to get into her big, comfy bed.

“For all of you,” Gretchen added. “There’s some stew in the kitchen I’ve kept warm for you. Go. I’ll put away your things. Your beds are all turned down and ready for you when you finish your meal.”

Megan walked between the Knight brothers, still holding the Hermès bag and thinking about what Gretchen had said.

She inhaled the aroma of Gretchen’s stew before they even got to the kitchen, one of the many spaces in the mansion she hadn’t seen yet. The room was decked with every appliance and contraption that would’ve left even world-class chefs drooling. The attention to detail in every single inch of the kitchen was easy to see. Copper pots of every shape and size hung above the eight-burner range in the center of the massive granite island.

Eric pulled out a chair for her at the long counter. “Have a seat, Megan.”

The butterflies in her stomach just wouldn’t settle, not after Gretchen’s revelation in the foyer. “Thank you,” she said, sitting down. She blew out a breath to try to calm her nerves. No help.

Scott went to the cabinet and pulled out three bowls. Eric got some spoons for them out of one of the kitchen drawers. Being waited on was still new to her but she definitely liked it.

“What would you like to drink, sweetheart?” Scott asked.

“Water is fine.”

Scott turned to Eric. “How about you?”

“Same for me.” Eric began loading up their bowls with Gretchen’s savory-smelling stew. “Here you go.” He pushed the first bowl in front of her.

She leaned down and inhaled the medley. It smelled yummy, and her stomach grumbled again, reminding her it had been nearly seven hours since her last meal that consisted of a salad and a Coke Zero.

Eric placed a bowl on each side of her, clearly meaning to hem her in between his brother and him. He took the seat to her left and Scott the one to her right.

“Dig in, baby.” Scott didn’t wait for her to start eating. He dove right in, clearly enjoying his meal.

She’d never seen anyone eat so fast. Dylan had insisted on breaking up her shopping trip, getting her a salad before they went to the Hermès store. But when had Scott had time to eat? The answer was that he hadn’t.

She lowered her spoon into the thick broth. Before she could bring it up to her mouth, she noticed Eric hadn’t made a single move to eat any of his stew. Instead, his eyes were fixed on her like a smoking-hot laser, heating her insides and making her fidgety.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked him, feeling a shiver run up her spine and down again.

He nodded. “After you, Megan.”

Gretchen’s words echoed through her again and again. Can’t you see this is my boys’ way of trying to win your heart?

What if she let her walls down with Eric and Scott? What then? Destiny wasn’t like Dallas or any other place on the planet, she would bet. Marriages consisted of multiples here, and the Knight brothers were no exception. She couldn’t deny she was attracted to both of them. Charming. Handsome. Generous.

They were the type of men any woman would be thrilled to share her bed with. But both? Her books painted worlds where such a thing was possible.

But this is real life.

She was flesh and blood, not some creation from the mind of a writer. Whatever happened here, life would go on. She’d wanted to crawl under a rock and die after Kip’s arrest and losing everything. But she hadn’t. She’d had to pick up the pieces and work through it. That was how things went.

“Why aren’t you eating, Megan?” Eric’s blue-eyed stare burned into her. She trembled.

“Not hungry, I guess.”

Scott put down his spoon. His bowl was completely empty. “That can’t be true. Dylan told me what you had to eat. A salad. You must be famished.”