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have brown the same as Gaby. Does it matter? As
long as we all want kids, it doesn’t matter who provided the sperm. The kid
would be ours.”
    Sincerity and honesty rang in Fletch’s
voice and Liam found himself nodding. Everything Fletch said was true, but he
didn’t believe an alternative relationship would be easy. “What about Gaby’s
mother?”
    Fletch wrinkled his nose. “I say keep away
and lock the door if she’s in the vicinity. I hate the way she treats Gaby,
like some sort of deviant.”
    Liam snorted. “Good luck with that. At
least Gaby’s grandparents are awesome.”
    “Look, we don’t have to do anything
straightaway. Sleep on the idea,” Fletch said. “I’ll do the same. If we agree
to go ahead, we’ll need a plan.”
    Liam dragged the tie off his hair, grabbed
the strands he’d dislodged and refastened it in a ponytail at his nape while he
considered Fletch’s words. “It sounds cold-blooded.”
    “No worse than your average courtship.
Besides, the three of us could have lots of fun together.”
    A vision of Gaby came to mind—curvy in a
brief red bikini as she sunbathed in the back garden. Immediately, lust swept
him, blood flooding his cock and, surprisingly, when he mentally added Fletch
to the picture, his erection didn’t fade. “I’ll think about it,” he said
finally. “We’re not gonna mention this conversation to anyone else, right?”
    “Hell no! The only one I intend to discuss
this with is you.”
    “And Gaby?”
    Fletch shrugged. “We’ll have to manage her.
She thinks she’s in love with Marc.”
    “Guy’s a bastard.”
    “Yep, you’re not wrong. He’s sleeping with
Judith Downes. I don’t think Gaby knows. I didn’t like to tell her.”
    “Wise move. Women like to shoot the
messenger. A truth bomb would really put her in the right frame of mind
to consider one of us or both. Hell, she’d probably never speak to us again.”
    “I never said a relationship would be
easy,” Fletch said. “But Gaby’s worth the trouble.”
    “You’re not wrong. You ready to run?”
    “Yeah.”
    They started running along the river trail
again, both silent and deep in thought. Liam ran on automatic pilot, his mind
on Gaby and Fletch. His friend was right. They already lived together. They
rattled around in the same house without any hitches and had done so for the
last two years. Perhaps his mate was right and they could take their future
into the bedroom—both of them with Gaby.

Chapter Two
     
    “Hello? Anyone home?” Silence greeted Gaby
when she shouldered open the front door to step inside the house she shared
with Liam Richardson and Fletcher Darcy. Both men were builders and they’d
renovated this basic wooden bungalow, adding two bedrooms to the existing one
bedroom and office. A large reception room and a designer kitchen, plus a
bathroom that was the height of decadent luxury, rounded out the amenities.
She’d scored when she’d agreed to move in with them.
    She hurried down the passage, her shoes
clicking on the wooden floor. In the kitchen, she dropped her bag and the boxes
of sex toys and condoms she carried on the counter. As housemates went, Fletch
and Liam were the best. They cooked and cleaned when necessary. Both were
easygoing and, despite what her mother said, she’d have trouble finding such
ideal roomies from amongst her girlfriends. She opened several windows and the
sliding doors leading out to the tiled patio area before scooping up her shoes
to carry to her bedroom.
    A photo of her and Marc sat on her dresser
table—the first thing she saw each morning on waking. Her stomach flip-flopped,
her eyes smarting when the snapshot caught her attention. Heck, she wanted to
cry now and she hadn’t even told Marc they needed to break off their casual
agreement. Of course, she could suggest they made their relationship more
permanent. Before they started their casual sexual relationship, both she and
Marc agreed on honesty in their dealings.