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Rhonda. How could this happen
when he wasn’t there to protect her? What if she was hurt? Frightened? When the
paramedics wheeled the gurney out of the mall he’d been on the verge of racing
from his office building to the mall even if it cost him his job. Only the
words that the injuries were minor, and to an elderly man and a security guard,
kept him in his seat in the lunchroom.
    He’d been so
relieved to see her looking the same as always, he’d had to struggle not to
pull her into his arms right there in the store. At least helping her in her
work gave him something useful to do. Now he wanted to soothe and comfort her.
She’d said she wanted a hot bath. He was sure they had some of those girly,
bubble-junk things somewhere, and she could soak while he and Ty cooked. And
after she’d eaten they’d wrap her in their arms and love her to sleep. If she
didn’t want sex he could deal with that as long as she let him hold her. He
needed to hold her. Needed to know she was warm and safe and where she
belonged—in his bed and in his arms.
    Scott started
thinking about dinner. A meal that wasn’t too hard to digest. If she was upset
she needed to be soothed, not to have her belly working overtime on the food.
Pasta maybe? Hmm that’d work. And instead of salad some soup. Lots of nutrition
there, and again, easy to digest. Now, where was that girly bath stuff? Not in
the drawers of the sink or he’d have noticed it. Likely in the cupboard below
though. He didn’t open that very often.
    He raced through
the house, grabbing a pile of clean towels, then rummaged under the sink until
he found the bottle of pink bubble-bath some misguided person had given him. By
the time Ty carried Rhonda into the bathroom the water was running hot, steam
was filling the room, and they left Rhonda there to enjoy her bath while they
prepared the meal.
    “I thought pasta
and soup. Easy for her to digest,” he said.
    “Oh good
thinking. I’d decided no wine in case that made her cry, but you’re way ahead
of me,” said Ty.
    Companionably
they cooked the meal, working with the ease that years together, sharing a
house, a life, and chores, had brought them.
    Scott smiled at
Ty. He loved this man deeply and truly, but they both needed a woman as well.
Ty was the most important thing in his life, and he knew he was in Ty’s too,
but they both had a gap in their lives only a woman could fill. And he was
absolutely certain the perfect woman was Rhonda. She was beautiful and
intelligent. The kind of woman who wouldn’t bore him in a day, a week, a month,
a year. Someone full of life and vitality. Someone he wanted with all of his
being. To love and cherish, and for the three of them to be a family. No longer
two equal partners, but three.
    All they had to
do was convince Rhonda. A done deal? Not quite!
    Scott was
draining the pasta, and Ty was setting the table as Rhonda walked into the
room. Scott looked at her carefully. She seemed a little tired, but not worn
out or half asleep, and certainly not hyper-tense.
    “Feeling a
little better, honey?” he asked.
    “Yes, thank you.
It was a big drama, but it’s good it’s all over now. I hated distrusting every
young person who came past the store in case they were one of the shoplifters.
You should have seen Sue’s assistant hit one kid over the head with a bucket of
flowers. I’m sure he deserved the headache, but really it was very funny.”
    “Water is pretty
heavy. She’s likely lucky she didn’t fracture his skull,” said Ty.
    “No. They only
put a few inches of water in the buckets. Just enough to keep the flowers damp.
They don’t like to have the leaves all wet as well.”
    “Oh, okay. I
never knew that. Now, sit down and we’ll eat, and you can tell us all about
it.”
    Scott let Ty
lead the conversation. Rhonda told the story fluidly and without any seeming
pain or upset, which was great, and parts of it were rather funny. The thought
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