Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

Deanna, and that he wanted to come home. “I know. It’s cool, isn’t it? But I still want to know why you’re fucking whistling on a Sunday afternoon, and why you made me fresh coffee.”
    Wyatt placed the case files on the sofa next to him and leaned back, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee. “You remember Ria Rodriguez, right?”
    Trent’s heart skipped a beat, and he knew Wyatt wouldn’t miss the reaction on his face.
    “Oh fuck. I guess you do. Now it’s your turn to spill it.” His brother’s voice had turned cold and hard, just that quickly.
    “There’s nothing to tell. She made the call last night and watched us working on Gerry in the alley.”
    “That’s it?” Wyatt didn’t believe him.
    “That’s it. Why? Is there something going on between you two?” He knew there wasn’t. He would have heard about it by now.
    “Not yet, but there might be. I asked her out for lunch to find out what she’d heard in the alley last night. She had an English class with Ned in middle school, and knew his voice.”
    “You asked the star witness for the prosecution out on a date?”
    “It wasn’t like that. And she didn’t tell me anything that wasn’t already known. Or at least, it is now. I told her to call one of the detectives as soon as we finished lunch and tell them that she remembered whose voice she’d heard. Then I left Sean a message, telling him the same thing, and letting him know that Marilyn or Bonnie would be defending Ned, not me. And by the way, Ned hadn’t asked for an attorney yet, so I wasn’t in Nan’s Place having lunch with Ria as Ned’s attorney.”
    Trent grinned. “Okay. So noted. And then what happened?” He enjoyed watching Wyatt squirm under scrutiny. But at the same time, he now began to wonder if he had even a snowball’s chance in hell at getting to know Ria better.
    “And then I called Bonnie, Marilyn, and Anthony, and we decided that when Ned asked for representation, which he has now done, he would be Marilyn’s client. Are you through cross-examining me?”
    “Not quite. When are you seeing Ria again?”
    “Her next night off is Tuesday. We’re having dinner.”
    “Dinner?”
    “Did I stutter? And why are you so interested in what I do with her?”
    “Since when do you date anyone not in the lifestyle?”
    “Since now.”
    “Why her?” Why, indeed? Talk about shitty timing.
    “Why not? You have a prior claim on her or something? Because if you do, now is the time to speak up.”
    Trent drained his cup and rose, walking into the kitchen. “Nope. No claims, prior or current. Go for it.”
    He didn’t have to turn around to know that Wyatt had followed him. “Then why the reaction?”
    He took his time mixing in cream and sugar so that he didn’t have to look at his brother. “She’s hot. I thought maybe I could get to know her better, now that I’m…now that things are different with me.” Two months. It had been two months since he’d walked into the townhouse he’d shared with Deanna for almost three years, and found her in bed doing the horizontal bebop with two Doms from the club they’d both frequented. Two months, and he still couldn’t say it out loud. When would he be able to? And what the fuck was he even thinking about with Ria, when this shit still haunted his waking thoughts?
    Wyatt clapped him on the back. “It’s all right. She hurt you. Give it time.”
    “I know. But how much time?”
    “How much time does shit like this take? You’ll know when you’re okay. Give yourself a break, all right? It’s a lot of changes in a short time period. You’re back home now, in your old job only with better pay, and you’re among friends. It will be okay.”
    Trent finally turned around. Deanna had once asked him if it was weird looking at his twin’s face. Except for the new scar under his left eye, courtesy of the fight he’d gotten into with Deanna’s two secret lovers, Wyatt was his mirror image. He’d tried to explain