Order and stability are my life. I’m the responsible one, obedient—the good girl. In my new home, just weeks before Christmas, I’m building memories with my younger sister. It doesn’t include a longing for my two new neighbors. But with them, I’m treasured, desired, and needed. It’s chemistry I can’t explain, yet it’s there. Will the life I’m building be destroyed if I give into our forbidden threesome?
The minute she whips around on the snow-covered streets, she captures my attention. I’m always a social mess, leaving a lasting impression and not a great one. Fate intervenes when she moves next door—the one I share with my committed boyfriend. And as I suspected the first time my path crossed with the stunning beauty, my boyfriend is as committed to making her ours as I am.
They say Christmas is the best time of the year. The snow fallen streets, the sparkling decorations, and time spent with those you love the most. And in it all, we’re given a gift, in the form of a long-legged beauty—our very own toymaker. No, seriously, she’s a toymaker, and we—my boyfriend and I, want nothing more than to make her ours. Will she give in to the chemistry we all share?
“Oh, look at who’s opening up to us now, hon,” Knox teases. “No one special for the beautiful toymaker like you, Avery?”
Beautiful? I blush at his compliment. “Nah, I’m too busy raising a broody teenager.” But even before Whit became a part of my everyday life, nothing stuck.
“Seriously, what’s the story? If you were mine, I’d never let you go.” My eyes dart over to Rowan to gauge his reaction. Certainly, this should fill him with rage and jealousy. He’s nodding as if he agrees with his boyfriend.
“Yeah, same here,” Rowan chimes in.
“But you’re…I mean, you don’t like girls?”
Rowan continues to stare at me, but Knox’s laughter diverts my attention from Rowan’s deep azure eyes.
“Did I miss the memo, Ro? That we don’t like girls anymore?” His question still has laughter accompanying it.
“Yeah, I didn’t get it. Still find them pretty cute. One may say even beautiful.” Is there a flirt in Rowan’s serious demeanor?
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed. I mean…”
“Avery, it’s fine. Our story is simple. We love one another. Nothing will come between us, but we’re bisexual. To me, it’s the person, not the gender. But…”
Rowan’s hand slams down on Knox’s. “I think that’s enough talk about our sex life for one night. We don’t want to overwhelm her.”
No, overwhelm me, I want to say.
“Yeah, I guess we’re neighbors. We shouldn’t expose every bit of our mystery in one night.” Knox agrees with his man, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. When Rowan doesn’t stiffen, I wonder if he’s becoming more comfortable in my presence. Because I’m sure as hell too comfortable in both men’s space.