He groaned. “What matters is we’re here now. And we’re never going to be apart. We have you and that’s all that matters. You belong with us.”
She nodded. “I do. As crazy as this is, I know it’s right. I know I’m meant for you and Tyler.”
The fire was warm on his bare back. He knew they would stay here the rest of the afternoon. Neither one of them wanted to get dressed and hike back in the snow anytime soon.
He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
And for the first time in a long time, he could finally admit that poker game was the best thing that had happened to all three of them.
Thirty
Tyler
He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Brooke mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.
Lee had agreed that if it was for Brooke, going into the city would be ok. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.
He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.
He walked out of his wing. Lee was downstairs by the fire.
“We’re headed out, man,” he reported.
Lee looked up for a second. “Remember, man. You can in the back exit and leave. I don’t want anyone tracking Brooke down. She doesn’t need that.”
“Hey, I know. I know. She’s in good hands with me.” He smiled.
He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say I’m in good hands?” Brooke walked into the room wearing a white sweater and a pair of ass-hugging jeans. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.
“That’s right.” Lee grinned. “I’m going to take care of you tonight.”
She walked toward them. Tyler held his hand out for her.
“Ready for our date?”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Lee, are you sure you don’t want to go?”
“Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”
“He means he’s going to chop down twenty tress while we’re gone.”
Brooke twisted her lips together. Tyler knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier. It would take time for her to get used to it.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.”
She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the private art exhibit in the city.
“I have a surprise for you.” Tyler held the door open for Brooke as they walked into the museum.
“Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Guess again.”
“Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”
“Then what is it?”