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real good with that. Have you ever done this sort of thing before, like the two of you and one woman?”
    Pete reached across the table to hold her hand. “Yes and no. We’ve never done a threesome together before but I, for one, have participated in a ménage à trois once before.”
    She glanced at Rudy.
    “It’s been a long time since I did, but yeah. I’ve had a couple. Does that bother you?”
    She thought about it a moment. “No, it really doesn’t. At least you two know what to expect.” But she didn’t. And damn if that didn’t make her panties even wetter.
    Pete had always been such an amazing lover, so tender and concerned with her gratification over his own. She knew he’d keep her safe and satisfied. And she still trusted Rudy completely. If ever she was going to do this, now was the time and these men were the ones she trusted to do it.
    Pete squeezed her hand. “We’ll take good care of you, babe. Now let’s get the hell out of here before we ravage you right in the middle of Murphy’s.”
    Okay, they both seemed pretty into her. But she still wondered if her body issues would turn them off. Could she really go through with this?

Chapter Three
     
    Rudy unlocked the door to his bungalow then held open the door for Emmy. She stepped inside and glanced around. The living room was surprisingly neat considering the man’s college apartment had been a typical guy-messy affair.
    A white cat came scampering into the room. Rudy scooped it into his arms. “This is Tiza. Either of you allergic?”
    “Not me.” Pete petted the animal’s head.
    Emmy set her purse on a brown leather sofa and tried to calm her jitters. “Me neither. What’s his name mean?”
    “Chalk. And he’s a she.” He set the feline down then headed into the galley kitchen and pulled open the fridge. “Anybody want a beer or some ice tea?”
    The buzz from the alcohol she’d consumed at Murphy’s was starting to wear off leaving her more nervous than she cared to admit. “I’ll take a beer.” A little more liquid courage would go a long way.
    “Ice water, please.” Pete crossed the room to the bookcase and turned on the stereo. “Mind if I play a CD?”
    “Go ahead.” Rudy brought her a bottle of beer then handed Pete his water.
    Norah Jones’ smooth voice filled the air.
    “How’s that?” Pete sat on the couch and placed his drink on a coaster on the glass coffee table.
    “Perfect.” Rudy took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa and patted the cushion next to him as he looked at Emmy.
    She studied the two men. Pete’s hair was light-brown and his complexion fair. Rudy’s Cuban heritage showed in his olive skin and black hair. His green eyes were fixed on her. Outside of family, she loved them both more than anyone, trusted them with her life despite the years that had lapsed since they’d last seen one another.
    Two completely hot men wanted her. Her self-confidence shot up two hundred percent. This was definitely going to be a night to remember. She took a long pull on her beer, then set it down and sat between them. There’d be no going back now. “Guys?”
    “Yeah?” Pete ran his thumb over her lower lip and a rush of longing stormed through her.
    “Is it going to be weird after?” She wrung her hands.
    Rudy massaged the back of her neck. “We’ll make sure it’s not. Maybe we’ll be closer than ever. I, for one, have missed the hell out of you, both of you.”
    “So have I.” Pete’s gaze fell to her lips. “You have the sexiest mouth.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her head toward his. Then he gave her a soft, sweet kiss.
    She shut her eyes and savored the moment—the soothing music, the feel of Pete’s touch, the empowering knowledge that her two dear friends were just as turned on by her as she was by them. They would take care of her, treat her as if she were the most precious woman on earth, at least for one night.
    She was vaguely aware of Rudy getting off