Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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preparing for a new trial. Short of moving in with them, there was no way to sleep with both of them and she had been curling up around her pillows every night since their encounter, trying to recreate the security of being held close by two sets of arms.
    Heart beating thickly, as if it had to fight the tightness in her chest just to function, she smiled thinly at the next patron waiting to check out her books. “You all right?” Marla whispered from behind her.
    “Yeah,” she whispered back after the patron had left, “just missing the guys.”
    “Ooohhh, missing the guys, eh?” Marla squealed quietly. “So things are going well with them?”
    Lindsay nodded, her blood heating and pounding through her with her joy. Oh yes, things were going well. The nightly phone conversations she had with them, the daily e-mails and hourly texts had been both flirty and serious. They valued her ideas and opinions, actively seeking them out. Each had told her how much they missed her, how much they wished they could hold her while she slept.
    “Lindsay?” Her boss hovered in the doorway of her office, a funny expression on her face. “Can you come in here for a minute?”
    “Yeah, of course.” Lindsay sent a glance at Marla and walked into the office. “What can I do for you, April?” she asked her boss.
    “Um, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this…”
    Lindsay’s stomach jumped into her throat. This was it. Somehow, someone had found out about her budding relationship with two men and April was about to invent a reason to fire her. “Just say it,” she said with a sharp edge to her voice.
    “Well…jeez, this is hard to say. I got a phone call just a minute ago. You are your father’s next of kin, right?”
    An immense feeling of relief that she wasn’t about to get fired was immediately swamped by dread. She hadn’t spoken with her father in years. She had tried at first, going back for holidays and phoning weekly. But it was always the same thing. Your mother’s a bitch. I’m better off without your mother. I wish I’d never met her. And when he wasn’t raging about her mother, he was lamenting about how saintly she was and how the town had destroyed his life. It never mattered what Lindsay accomplished or what she’d achieved, he had never cared. He had hardly even realized she was home and she doubted he had ever realized that she had left permanently. “I guess,” she said slowly. “Why?”
    “I’m so sorry to tell you this, but I got a call from the hospital in your hometown. Your father had a heart attack last night. He didn’t make it. Lindsay, take all the time you need to make the arrangements and see to his estate. If there is anything, anything at all we can do, please ask.”
    Lindsay sat quietly, stunned into silence. What was she supposed to do now?
    “Lindsay?” Marla asked quietly. “Are you going to be okay?”
    She hadn’t even heard April leave. She stared up at Marla, feeling strangely hollow. “I haven’t seen my father in years.” She gulped and swallowed her tears. “I knew I probably wouldn’t ever see him again, but I guess I never realized that the next time I went home would be for his funeral.”
    “Lindsay, honey, let me take you home.”
    Marla bundled her into her coat and ushered her out the door. The next thing Lindsay knew, she was at her apartment and Marla had Lindsay’s address book out and was speaking to someone on her cell phone.
    Lindsay hung up her coat automatically, functioning on autopilot. She crossed the room to the couch and sat down with a thump. Glancing down at the lumpy cushion, she smoothed her hand over the brown fabric. Nick had slept here, she thought inanely. Nick. And she’d spoken on the phone with Liam while sitting right here. She shook her head at Marla’s offer to get her a drink of water. All she wanted to do right now was bury herself in their bed and let them hold her. Maybe if they held onto her long enough, the pain

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