Free Screwdriver by Mari Carr Page A

out of you.”
    “So you were jealous?”
    Gabriel blew out a long breath. “I also wanted to stand
there and watch you kiss her. You two looked pretty hot together.”
    “Jesus,” Casey muttered.
    “I know, right? Yesterday sort of kicked me in the gut all
the way around.”
    “How so?”
    “After you left, I was sitting with Jordan and something
occurred to me.”
    “What?” Casey asked.
    “I thought Paula had beaten the ability to feel love out of
me. She didn’t.”
    It was a breakthrough. Casey wondered if it would screw
things up if he shouted, “High five!” Instead he asked, “How do you know?”
    “Because I’m definitely falling in love with Jordan.”
    Casey’s elation wavered. “Cool.” His tone was quieter, not
completely convincing.
    Gabriel turned back to the statue. “You are too.”
    His friend spoke so softly Casey wasn’t sure he’d heard him
correctly. Regardless, he was too afraid to ask him to repeat himself.
    Gabriel walked toward him. “Keep going on the statue. It’s
really good. I told Jordan I’d pick her up at six thirty for the party. I’ll
have the limo swing by here at six. You’ll ride with us.”
    Casey shook his head. “No. It’s your date.”
    Gabriel put his hand on Casey’s shoulder. “No way. I’m not
doing this ‘taking turns’ routine with her. You’ve thrown out an option. We
should test the waters.”
    “The sculpture is a fantasy. What you’re suggesting is way
more intense than that. You really want to have a threesome? You, me and
Jordan?”
    Gabriel shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. And if we do end
up in bed together, just don’t fucking look at me, man, or I might lose it.”
    Casey burst into laughter. “Goddamn, Gabe. You’re insane.”
    “If I am, it’s your damn fault. You planted the seed with
your art. I think we should go out with her together and see how it feels.”
    Casey went numb. Gabriel wasn’t going to let this go. “How
it feels?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You’re suggesting we play this by ear. Go with our gut
instincts. That’s your big plan? Really?”
    “I suspect by the end of the night we’ll know whether or not
it would work.”
    Casey crossed his arms. “Is there going to be some sort of
signal?”
    Gabriel grinned. “Nope. I like the element of suspense.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “So it won’t be my date or yours. It’ll be ours. See you
Friday.”
    Gabriel let himself out while Casey reeled over his friend’s
unexpected comment.
    Ours?
    Casey glanced at the statue, at the three lovers. He hadn’t
said anything to Gabriel, but he knew how it was going to feel.
    Incredible.
    Gabriel was right. The sculpture was beautiful. He let the
image soak into his skin.
    Ours.

Chapter Seven
     
    Jordan watched the first couple take to the dance floor as
the band began playing. Gabriel and Casey were talking to an older gentleman about
the chandelier in the ballroom. She’d been shocked when they had arrived at her
apartment together to escort her to the party.
    Strangely, it hadn’t felt odd in the least. They were all
friends, so the conversation flowed easily in the limo and continued through
dinner. She’d laughed more in the past few hours than she had in months. Both
men were charming, witty and, if she wasn’t mistaken, flirting with her. The
weird part was whenever one made some sexy innuendo or touched her lightly, the
other man watched without a spark of jealousy or concern.
    It was driving her nuts. And making her horny as shit.
    “Jordan, do you mind if we leave you alone for a few
minutes? Mr. Porter wants to see the electrical setup for the room.”
    She lifted her wineglass and smiled. “No problem. I’m fine
here.”
    All three men walked away. Jordan didn’t bother to hide the
fact she checked out Gabriel’s and Casey’s asses. Both men were extremely
handsome, though their appearances couldn’t be more different. Casey’s
golden-blond hair and tan seemed even lighter next to