Free Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page B

Their entire safe, cozy lives. He and Cadfael had to tell Willow and Hawthorne the truth soon, before they felt lied to, misled, and abused. But was this the right time? And should they explain to both women together? Perhaps if they told them together they’d be able to support each other better.
    Rhion had turned the water on to fill the hot tub almost as soon as they’d entered the apartment, so the tub was more than half-full. At least the water level was above the outlets so he could turn the bubbles on, but he needed to leave the faucet open so the tub would continue to fill. He watched, hiding his smile, as Willow stared at the huge tub, walked around it, and then climbed the two steps up into it. Actually it was sunk well below the floor level, so the steps on the inside were much deeper than the ones on the outside. But she was very surefooted and well balanced. He couldn’t imagine her falling, although he’d have been happy to hold her hand if she hadn’t wanted to explore by herself.
    She turned her body sideways to the edge of the tub, stepping down onto the seat, then onto the base. “Wow. It’s deep. I never imagined it’d be this deep.”
    The water was above her waist, but fortunately the bubbles were frothing under her breasts, making them bounce and look very enticing, their pretty pinkness highlighted by the white froth from the water. She walked across to the far side of the hot tub, settling herself on the seat and leaning her head back so the bottom of her hair was floating around her face. Damn she looked lovely.
    He sat where he could see her without turning his head at all, content to fill his eyes, mind, and heart with the image of her resting there, naked for his pleasure, but at peace with herself as well. The gods had brought this woman to them. She was a gift from the gods to him and Cadfael, and he longed to make her fully theirs.
    He was surprised when she asked, “Tell me about how you met. How long have you been best friends? When did you decide to work together? And do you often share a woman?”
    “So many deep questions,” said Cadfael.
    Rhion left his Alpha to answer them. He’d join in later, once he saw what direction Cadfael planned to take. But he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. Willow was obviously an intelligent woman and she’d had plenty of time to think these past few days.
    “I’m sorry if that sounded rude or intrusive. But you both know all about me,” said Willow softly.
    “That’s true, and since we’ve already become close to each other, and hope to become even closer, it’s fair you should know more about us. As the person in charge of Hanson Mall and those who work here, there are some things I can’t talk about, you understand?” asked Cadfael.
    “Commercial in-confidence matters. I do understand. But I was hoping you’d tell me about you two as people.”
    “Where this mall now stands used to be a farm. We were both born to families who worked on the farm. It was a small, close-knit community, and a lot of the people who work here in the mall are descendents of the original farming group. When we were children, the owner of the farm talked to all the workers. A small farm couldn’t really complete against big conglomerates. Some farms have continued successfully by growing specialty products for niche markets. This group decided to build a mall. At that time there wasn’t another one anywhere nearby and they made sure to ask the owners of all the local stores to buy into the mall as well. It took quite a few years but the mall was built. Since then, it’s grown even farther with more parking provided, and the addition of the cinema, and other things,” said Cadfael.
    “So you were children together on the farm?” Willow asked.
    Rhion smiled. She was determined to learn about them and hadn’t been distracted or sidetracked by Cadfael’s polished speech.
    “Not exactly children together. Cadfael’s almost five years older