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when Mags talked about her husband and kids. His only fear was that Deja might not want three men in her life, at least not for more than a night or two. And that’s all it would be if she wasn’t willing to take them all. They’d already agreed. All or none. He really hoped she decided to take all.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Deja smiled at Spencer. If she didn’t know how confident he was, she’d swear he was nervous. His eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything but her. He was playing with his keys, and they were still standing just inside the door of the apartment he’d taken her to. Was it possible she made him nervous?
    He glanced at his phone again, and she swore she saw him flinch at whatever it displayed.
    “Everything okay?”
    He grunted and finally moved into the loft, dropping his phone and keys onto a table. “Asher and Beck are stopping to pick up some wine,” he said as he continued walking.
    She didn’t wait for him to invite her to follow. She didn’t think his mind was on pleasantries. For some reason, being alone with her seemed to unnerve him. Wasn’t that interesting?
    She’d chatted the whole way over in the car, while he’d just nodded and only answered when prompted. She’d asked where they were having dinner and never batted an eyelash when he’d simply stated, “The loft.” She’d expected some trendy new restaurant. But looking around, watching Spencer move toward what was obviously the kitchen gave her a better clue.
    “This is where we’re eating?” He hadn’t answered her last question, so she just threw out another one.
    “If that’s okay with you?” He looked uncertain again, and she really hated that look on him.
    “Something already smells wonderful,” she admitted with an easy smile.
    “Our housekeeper comes on Fridays,” he offered, pulling stuff out of the fridge. “She always cooks something before she leaves. Today it’s lasagna. I can tell you she makes the best I’ve ever eaten.”
    “Are you planning a salad to go with it?” She let her glance slide to the head of lettuce and other veggies he was setting out.
    “Yes.”
    Deja couldn’t help but laugh.
    “What?” He gave her a funny look, which only had her giggling harder. “Care to share the humor?”
    “You.” She finally managed. She moved toward him, trapping him against the counter, which was saying something since he was about seven inches taller than her. “Since when do I make you nervous?”
    He leaned against the counter, his hands gripping the edge. He met her eyes, and in a flash had their positions reversed. She didn’t hold back the startled yelp.
    “Since you walked into the office three weeks ago.” He grabbed her waist and lifted until she sat on the counter. “I’m not the smoothest talker; that’s Asher. I’m not the one to set people at ease with a quick smile and some easy jokes or teasing. That’s Beck. I’m the serious one.”
    “And you’re also the one who asked me to ride with you.”
    He nodded. “I did. You make me want things.”
    She watched his expression and prompted him, when he didn’t continue. “What sort of things?”
    He shook his head, moving away from her, and only when his back was to her did he answer. “Things I have no right wanting.”
    “Everyone wants things,” she assured him. “It’s human nature.”
    “Most humans don’t have as perverted a nature as I do.”
    “Is this about those rumors I’ve heard about you, Asher, and Beck?”
    He turned with a sigh. “Maybe you should go.”
    “Losing your nerve?” She questioned, hopping down and moving to him. She stopped in front of him and lifted her hands to rest on his broad chest. “Why don’t you ask me?”
    “What…?” She watched his Adam’s apple bob.
    “Ask me if I’m interested, Spencer. Ask me what went through my mind when I heard the rumors of you and Asher and Beck all sharing a woman.”
    “What did you think?” he whispered.
    She