twenty-six, Nica was by no means sheltered. She’d grown up in a community where sex was a vital part of their rituals, not a dirty deed locked away behind closed doors.
Sex was natural. It produced energy to power magic and that was something encouraged by the boschetta .
She’d been taught how to take partners to enhance specific spells.
But she’d never had two.
And that was their question.
They didn’t have to say it aloud. It’d been an undercurrent in the conversation since Tanner had joined them.
She’d been considering the possibilities.
And since this could be her last free night for…well, for a very long time, she wanted it to be a night to remember.
* * * * *
Tanner watched Nica closely, wondering if she was going to say yes.
Even though neither he nor Jensen had asked her to go home—with both of them.
He couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was confusion or contemplation. Couldn’t tell if the look she leveled on Jensen meant she was hoping she was wrong and he would ask her to go home only with him. Or if she was going to run screaming in the opposite direction.
He couldn’t say he’d given her more than a cursory glance when she’d walked over to the bar with the blonde. Busty, beautiful Tira had immediately caught his eye, even though he hadn’t come out tonight looking for any diversion other than a few cold beers.
When Tira had made it clear she was interested in Daniel, he’d laughed and smiled at the appropriate times, not too upset that she’d passed him over.
His mind had been on the meeting today. They still had some damage control to take care of and he knew how much Jensen hated dealing with suits. After that meeting, he hadn’t expected Jensen to come along to the bar. But his brother had been wound tight and Tanner thought Jensen could stand to let off some steam.
Then Nica had walked up to Jensen and Tanner had seen something in his brother’s expression that hadn’t been there for a while.
Hunger.
He’d been worried about Jensen after that deal with Penny. That bitch had made his brother doubt himself and that was something Tanner had never thought he’d see.
Not rock-solid Jensen who never faltered, never failed.
Jensen had fallen harder for Penny than he’d let on and Tanner blamed himself for not seeing the problem before it blew into a crisis. He’d been blinded by a woman with an ulterior motive.
Tonight, he hadn’t picked up any skanky vibes from Nica and he’d been watching. Closely.
Jensen had guided the conversation all night. If he’d picked up something from Nica, he would’ve flashed Tanner the look. The one that said, “Get me the hell out of here.”
Instead, Jensen had talked. And talked.
“Do you live close by?”
Jensen’s quiet question drew Tanner back to the conversation as he listened for Nica’s response.
“My friend and I share an apartment on South Fifth Street,” she said. “Not far from the French-Italian bakery. What about you? Do you live in the city?”
“No, we’re in Wyomissing. Tanner and I are rehabbing an old cottage up the road from the Reading Museum.”
Tanner watched as Nica nodded, those dark eyes mesmerizing.
And heat sizzled through his blood, straight to his cock. He hadn’t felt this excited about a woman in months and he couldn’t help but wonder if the reason he wanted this woman was because Jensen did. His brother had sworn off women the past few months as they’d both been swamped by work.
With the economy as shitty as it was right now, new construction wasn’t high on anybody’s list. But they’d been lucky lately and had landed some school renovation projects that would keep their company rolling for a while. They’d weather the economic downturn. They couldn’t afford not to. Too many people depended on them.
He and Jensen couldn’t afford to be at odds now. Especially over a woman.
If this woman only wanted Jensen, he’d step away, no harm no foul.
If she made a play