Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

you work for a television station, right?”
    She hesitated, wondering how much to admit. “No, right now I’m doing this as a project on my own time.”
    The two guys faced one another but didn’t speak, and Aisha could have sworn they were somehow communicating without using words. She shook her head. She must be more tired than she’d realized and her imagination was playing tricks on her.
    “I see.” Kane looked at her in a way that made her wonder if he understood her situation better than he was letting on. No, that was impossible. “How have you found the air so far?”
    “I don’t know how you guys can breathe it,” she said with feeling. “I only walked a hundred yards from my car to your door, but I felt like someone had clamped a vise around my lungs by the time I got inside.”
    Tyrone laughed. “You’ll get used to it, but I gotta tell you, working outside until you do is gonna be a challenge.”
    She summoned up her most enticing smile. “I was hoping you might be able to give me some help with that.”
    “In what way?” Kane asked.
    “Well, I read up on this place, and you guys seem to hold all the information that’s ever been written about the history of Impulse’s weather patterns. Not much of it is available online, and I thought that, perhaps…Shit, I’m sorry.” She turned away from them, embarrassed to sound so needy. “Of course you won’t let me see it. It was unprofessional of me even to ask.”
    “Not necessarily,” Kane said with a glamorous smile.
    “There’s no need to be kind. I get it, really I do. If you wanted the world to know about your atmospheric anomalies, you’d make the information you have freely available.” She turned toward the door. “Perhaps I should find a hotel and rethink my strategy. I must seem very ditsy to you, coming down here without a clear game plan.”
    “Have dinner with us,” Kane said, smiling at her. “We were about to eat and could use the company.”
    “Thanks, I’d love to,” she said, surprised by the invitation but not hesitating to accept. “If you’re sure it’s no trouble.”
    “None whatsoever.”
    Kane placed his hand in the small of her back, sending sensation swirling through her pathetic body. If Kane noticed her shudder he was too polite to remark upon it and guided her toward a corridor that led to a staircase. She climbed the stairs ahead of the two guys, hoping her damned blush would have faded by the time they could see her face again. When she reached the top of the stairs she found herself in a large living room that had a great view of the Intracoastal.
    “Wow!” she said. “This is some place.”
    “One of the advantages of living on such a small strip of land,” Tyrone told her. “It you look out the windows on that side you can see the Mexican Gulf.”
    She turned around and took in the view from the other direction.
    “I think I’d be too busy staring outside to get anything done if I lived here.”
    Kane shrugged. “It’s like anything. You get used to it.”
    “I guess. Is it just the two of you in this apartment?”
    “Yep,” Kane said, “we live right over the shop. Get our guest a drink, Tyrone, while I order us some food. Anything you don’t eat, Aisha?”
    “No, I like most things.”
    He offered her a smile that tested the strength of her knees. “Then why don’t I surprise you?”
    You’re already doing a pretty good job of unbalancing me.
    “This way, Aisha.”
    Tyrone flashed a smile that packed as much wattage as Kane’s. She followed him to a comfortable arrangement of chairs that looked out over the Intracoastal. There was a wide terrace with high-end furniture on the other side of the full-length windows. Under normal circumstances she might have suggested sitting out there and watching the sun go down. This part of the world was supposed to have pretty spectacular sunsets and she figured that’s what the guys would normally do. Presumably they were being