Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

heard some clinking and looked over to the other side of the garage. Mitch was working on a car that was suspended in the air. He hadn’t bothered with a uniform, but instead wore a black T-shirt and worn jeans. He was covered in grease, and didn’t seem to be paying them one lick of attention. She wondered if he was able to tune everyone out because of the time he spent in jail.
    “Why are you staring at Mitch? If you think he’s going to go for your crazy scheme to make Cooper and Brody jealous, you’re wrong. Mitch doesn’t like to interfere in anyone’s business.”
    “I figured that out. What I can’t imagine is how in the world you talked him into signing up for a ménage dating service,” Cyn said, licking some whipped cream off of her lips.
    “I didn’t talk him into it. I just did it.”
    Cyn stared at Elliott as if he’d lost his mind. “And he doesn’t know? Are you insane?”
    “Probably,” Elliott answered, with that cocky smirk of his. “Speaking of intruding in other people’s lives, I’m not having any part in deceiving Cooper and Brody. Don’t get me wrong, I love our friendship, but I’ve always considered myself an honest man. Personally, I think you should give them a chance.”
    “They had their chance,” Cyn snapped, then immediately regretted taking such an attitude with him. “I’m sorry, Elliott. You have been a good friend since I’ve been here. It was wrong of me to even ask you to go along with making Cooper and Brody think we were a couple.”
    The phone rang and Cyn waved her hand, letting Elliott know she understood his need to answer it. Something caught her eye at the garage door and she turned to see who it was. Sam, the owner of the diner, came through the open space and walked over to speak with Mitch. It must be his car that Mitch was working on. Sam caught sight of her and gave a nod of acknowledgement. She knew what he must be thinking, with her standing against the counter in her designer dress and silk scarf tied around her neck. No one said it, but they all presumed she was a rich socialite who was killing time visiting a friend in their small town. Elise had made it known that she was a fellow author, but Cyn’s last name overshadowed anything else.
    “If you keep standing there with your hand on your hip and your chin tilted up to the sky, they’ll continue to think exactly that.”
    Cyn looked over at Elliott in surprise. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
    “Because when you raise your eyebrow like that and pout your lip, it’s your way of putting up your defenses. I’ve seen it numerous times when you felt someone was judging you. You should know by now that we’re not like that in Triple.” Elliott wrote something down on a piece of paper, and Cyn assumed it was from his phone call. “Back to our conversation, there are no hard feelings about you asking me to be your smoke screen against Cooper and Brody, but I’m going to have to decline. Although, if you find you can’t handle spending the day with them and need an escape, you are more than welcome to come to our parents’ ranch.”
    “Thanks, Elliott,” Cyn said, already shaking her head at his offer, “but Elise is like a sister to me. If I have to put up with Cooper and Brody for a day to spend the holiday with her, I’ll suffer through it.”
    “Cooper and Brody? They won’t be here for Thanksgiving.”
    Cyn turned to see Sam walking toward them with his checkbook in hand. The sixty-some-year-old man was still wearing his apron and his hands showed old burns from the life of a cook. As he walked up to the counter, Cyn stepped back to make room for him.
    “What do you mean, Sam?” Cyn asked, sharing a questioning look with Elliott.
    “I overheard them tell Elise that they had to head out of town for a few days.” Sam grabbed a pen that was on the counter and started to fill out his check. As if he hadn’t just delivered a surprise to Cyn, Sam asked Elliott what the