Free The Sextet Presents… Turn Another Paige [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines

favorite thing—sitting out on the patio at sunrise and researching while she sipped her coffee. Now, she faced a wall with a deer head staring down at her as she tried to get inspired enough to write the book that had been brewing in her brain forever.
    All she could think about were Jude and Mike.
    Did they miss her half as much as she missed them?
    Or would they be grateful she’d saved them the trial of having to ask her to go when things finally went sour, as she knew they eventually would?
    Her self-esteem sucked. That came as a revelation she wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with. But she knew she needed to if she was going to make any sense of the mess that was now her life.
    When had she become so insecure? It wasn’t the way she’d been when she was younger. Hell, if anything, she was a major extrovert who loved to connect with people. Paige had always been the life of the party.
    That part of her personality seemed to have disappeared. At least it had until Mike and Jude handed her their total trust and made her feel powerful and feminine again. Then, she’d been the old Paige. She’d taken control, and not only had she enjoyed their tryst, she was sure the guys had as well.
    Why couldn’t that Paige come back?
    The story idea hit her hard enough she gasped aloud. That was her story—the tale of a woman who’d lost herself somewhere along the way and needed two men to lead her back to herself. In her version, the three of them would find their happily ever after.
    Opening a Word file, Paige got down to business.
     
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    “Are you sure you want to do this?” Jude asked. “There’s really no turning back once we sign those papers. Thirty years of debt we have to deal with.”
    “I know,” Mike replied. “We’ve talked this to death. I want this. I want this with all my heart, and I want Paige back where she belongs.”
    “With us.”
    The attorney sat down and put his hand on the stack of papers. “Last chance, guys. You sure you want to do this?”
    Mike was getting damned sick and tired of answering that question. He let sarcasm take rein. “No. We’ve changed our minds. We just decided to waste your time and our money looking into this to walk away when it came time to sign contracts.”
    Jude put his hand over Mike’s fisted right hand. “Easy there. This guy’s on our side.”
    Taking a deep breath, Mike tried to relax. He had always known how important Jude was to him, and the comfort he received from his simple touch only made him more cognizant. While Paige had always seemed to be as important, it had taken her leaving them for the full force of what he felt for her to hit like a hurricane.
    I love her. Just as much as I love Jude.
    His life was incomplete without her, and in his mind, the only way to get her back—to convince her that he and Jude were never letting her go—rested in those papers. “Can we get this done? Please?”
    The attorney started his spiel about what each paper meant, passing them along to Mike and then Jude to sign. Seemed like the pile never got any smaller. About the time his hand started to cramp for putting his signature down over and over, the ordeal was done.
    While the attorney’s assistant put together the pile of papers the guys would take away from the closing, the attorney held up a key ring. “I guess the last thing is to give these to you. Congratulations. You’re now the owners of the building at 34 th and Concord.”

Chapter 9
     
    Paige sipped a glass of sangria, stretched out her legs, and crossed her ankles. This was a nice break from endless hours of writing—sitting on the porch and watching the sun set in a blaze of reds and oranges. In the weeks she’d been hiding out, it had become a nightly ritual.
    The cabin wasn’t home , but she loved it here. She didn’t even mind not having a car since the grocery in town delivered. She’d made the three-mile walk to Grayville several times, and in the weeks she’d been there,