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couldn’t do his job unless she did hers. It was a revelation. All these years and he’d never known that until now.
    All of which meant…Ah hell, he was falling in love with her. He wanted her for himself, but he knew Danny felt exactly the same. Well, over the years we’ve talked about sharing a woman. I guess now is the time to stop talking and start doing. Can two Doms share a woman? Is it possible? Especially when we both want her and love her? Well, possibly love her. No, it’s much too soon to talk of love. That’s crazy talk. It’s just lust. She’s as sexy as hell and we both want her.
    Oscar waited until Ambrielle had ridden off home to her apartment on her motorcycle. He waited until he’d done his evening rounds and checked on all his patients, taking the time to talk to each one personally and check on how they felt about their progress. He waited until he was sure Danny would have completed his evening ritual of showering and changing and flinging himself in front of his television. Only then did he fill his insulated mug with coffee and climb the stairs and knock on Danny’s door.
    “’S open.”
    Oscar pushed the door wide then quietly closed it behind himself. They were both very aware of the patients on this floor and of the need to not be too noisy in case they were already asleep. Or trying to sleep. That was something else they needed to talk about. Starting construction upstairs on their own apartment or apartments. Actually that was a damn fine idea. Once they had their own apartment upstairs, where they could make a bit of noise, they’d be able to invite Ambrielle for a sleepover.
    Danny turned the sound right down on the television, just leaving the picture so they could watch the ball game as they talked. “’S up, dude?”
    Oscar dropped down into a chair and said, “We really need to talk about Ambrielle. We both want her, but it’s going to be a challenge to get her. But just as I got here I thought maybe we should move ahead and build our apartment upstairs first, because then we’d have somewhere private to take her. I mean, our rooms are no good. We can’t be noisy and we don’t want to have to go to a hotel just to talk.”
    “We both want to do a whole lot more than just talk to her, but we don’t know what she wants. You’re her boss. We want her, but does she want us?”
    “You mean she may just be acting nice to keep her job? I don’t think that’s right. She’s nice to everyone. I think she’s a genuinely considerate sort of person. She shows her true character. She isn’t just playing a role. I know she can be quite definite and firm as well. A couple of times I’ve wondered if I’ve been a bit too forceful, a bit too Dom-ish if you like, because she’s given me a very straight look that’s said quite clearly I’m moving into her space, but she’s always polite and helpful, never rude or dismissive,” objected Oscar. He was sure of that. He knew she wasn’t just pretending. She was invariably polite at any time of day, even when she was interrupted in the middle of something or seemed to think he was interfering in her work.
    “I’m not disagreeing with you. I’ve seen how patient she is when people on the phone say stupid things. I was meaning more that she might not be prepared to tell us to get lost because you’re her boss. She likes her job but doesn’t want a relationship with you or me.”
    “Nah, that can’t be right. She looks at us sometimes the way we look at her. Like there’s a bowl of chocolate sauce the table and someone just needs to hand her a spoon,” said Oscar.
    “Yeah, but looking is different from doing. Especially for a woman.”
    “Damn.” Oscar knew that was right. Women liked to think about things. Men wanted to get in and do them. “Okay, so we need to invite her out. Date her. Show her we want to get up close and personal with her, but in a way she can back away if that’s what she wants. Hell, I’ve got the