In a Chord (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

shot Ash a look. Momo was wearing black jeans today that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her black T-shirt had a row of tiny skull and crossbones on the front and she wore red suspenders. The blue strip in her hair was now burgundy, and she was absolutely gorgeous.
    He frowned at the thought. Right now was so not the time to be finding her attractive.
    Momo led him to a small table just inside the bookstore, away from the traffic of the main walkway. There was only one chair so she disappeared behind a bookcase and returned a second later carrying another one.
    “Listen,” he started as they sat, “I was caught off guard yesterday. I’m not usually such a dickhead.”
    “I didn’t think you were being a dickhead. I was crushing so bad I almost peed my pants.”
    He blinked then gave a low chuckle. “I was just worried. Keaton never stayed out all night before, so when he didn’t come home, I was thrown off.”
    “I’m real sorry if I stepped on your toes.”
    Ash had just taken a sip of his coffee and choked a bit at her words. “Excuse me?”
    “You know, what Keaton said. About me changing some notes. It’s a habit of mine, playing around with tunes and melodies.”
    “Oh.” He gave a mental sigh of relief. “No, no toes stepped on.”
    “I was wondering if that’s why you were upset.”
    “Nah, like I said, Keaton has never spent the night with a girl before—”
    “You serious?” she interrupted with a squeak.
    He raised an eyebrow.
    She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze.
    Ash floundered for a moment, wondering what else to say. “So, he says you have a good voice.”
    “I guess. My parents thought I would become this musical prodigy but…” Her voice faded and she shrugged. “I had to go my own way, you know?”
    “Actually, I do. Keaton and I grew up together, and my parents were expecting me to outgrow the music fad and concentrate on becoming a doctor.” He snorted. “Yeah, like I could give someone a shot. I hate needles. That’s why no tattoos.”
    He shivered at the thought.
    She laughed, and her voice was as clear as crystal.
    “You’ve known him for a long time.”
    Ash nodded. For a second, his mind drifted back to childhood memories, and he smiled. “We lived two houses apart, so we’ve known each other forever. He’s my best friend.”
    Momo’s gasp snapped him back to the present. “Are you and he…together?”
    Ash felt his heart stutter, and his wide gaze snapped to hers. “Ah, no,” he answered, but he could tell he hesitated a little long, and his denial lacked conviction. “Damn.”
    She grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
    “What?”
    “No wonder you didn’t like me yesterday. Ash, I wouldn’t have done anything with him had I known.”
    “It’s okay, Momo. Really.”
    “How long have you been together?”
    He took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to a stranger.”
    “I’d never tell anyone, Ash.”
    He looked into her dark, almond-shaped eyes and saw complete honesty, combined with warmth and caring. There was something about her that drew him in, made him feel relaxed, as if all his stress had floated away. “Since we were seventeen,” he answered. “But we’ve both had girls, you know. Dated somewhat. We’re not gay…well, at least I’ve never wanted any other man. I don’t think Keaton has either.”
    “But you were jealous.”
    “Yeah,” he said on a sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s never acted toward another girl like he acted around you. But, he and I, we’re a team, Momo.”
    She raised her eyebrows as she studied his face. “Is there a meaning to that?”
    “You’re very direct.”
    “I don’t believe in subterfuge.”
    “Then, yes, there was a double meaning to that.”
    Their hands were still joined, and he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. Her skin was so smooth, soft. Dark against his fair complexion. He felt little butterflies swirl in his belly. His