He flushed. “I’m asking now.”

“So you are.” She studied him before answering, “I met your father on a Tuesday, and by Monday of the next week we married.”

“What? I knew it was sudden, but you never told us it was that fast.”

“Are you kidding? With as mercurial as you boys were, I didn’t want you doing what I’d done and thinking it okay because Mom did it first. Your father and I just knew. It was instant. My heart raced, my blood thundered in my ears and I kissed him before he knew what to do with me.”

“Go Mom.” Dylan laughed. “Dad never could say no to you, could he?”

“Nope. We always meshed. People like to say if you can’t argue, you have no spark. But, Dylan, your father and I always loved each other, and we rarely had disagreements. There was always passion, always love, but the respect countered our differences enough that we just…flowed.

“Now, James is a different story. I thought he was handsome when I first met him, but I never looked at anyone the way I did at your father. When Andrew died, a part of me died with him. I’m sorry it took me so long to bounce back. I loved him with my whole heart, and I never thought I’d recover enough to love anyone else that way. Sure, I dated. I had needs.”

“Mom.”

She huffed. “Well, I did. I do. But through it all, James was always there. He had his share of failed relationships. We discussed, talked, and argued about lots of things. We have so much in common and so many ideas about life that aren’t always the same. The important things we agree on, but the minutia challenges us. And that spark makes life with him interesting.”

“But how could you know right away with Dad and not with James?”

“I couldn’t look past my grief. And I don’t know. I can’t explain it, but one day, I saw James differently. He didn’t do anything other than be himself, but I noticed the care he’d always given me, and it meant something more.”

Dylan wondered… “You saw Isabel Fields, a beautiful woman looking half her age, hanging all over him at the house. You were jealous.”

“I was. I wanted to maul her,” his mother growled. “And God help me, but I still do when she flirts with him, even over the phone. But James loves me. He always has, and that’s why his other relationships didn’t work. He was trying to substitute other women for me.” She patted her hair. “That kind of affection went straight to my head…as soon as I accepted that it was okay to love him back.”

“That must have been hard.”

“It has been. For years I had feelings for him I refused to acknowledge. It wasn’t until recently that I’ve acted on them. But let me tell you, when you love someone, the physical and emotional aspects of mating are magical.” She smiled slyly. “But I don’t think I have to tell you that.”

“No, you don’t.” He pushed his cup aside. “I can’t believe I can fall in love like that. And with two different people? Harper was just…Harper. With him it started with chemistry. But it ended up so much more. And Freddy was his idea. We both noticed her, though he’s known her for a lot longer. But, Mom, she’s like this little fairy in leather that you want to hug as much as you want to, ah…” Realizing what he’d almost admitted, he stopped himself.

She laughed. “I get the picture.”

“But they’re two people. Being bi isn’t a choice for me. It just is.”

“Understood.”

“But loving two people at the same time? Society can barely handle gays. What about two partners? And there’s the practice to consider.”

“Can you pick one of them over the other?” she asked.

“I’ve tried. But it’s like they’re joined in my brain.” In my heart. “I don’t want to choose.”

“Maybe you won’t have to. It’s a new relationship. Perhaps it’s just sex. If not for you, then for them.”

A tough position to think about, but he had to concede she might be right. “Maybe.”

“Would you hide them if you could? If they told you tomorrow that they loved you and wanted to be with you, would you take them as they are and just hide the relationship?”

He shook his head before he’d fully thought it out. “I couldn’t. It isn’t right.” He’d never tried to hide being bi, even when he’d known it might cause problems with his friends and family. Some of his friends he’d lost, but his family had stuck by him. And they were what mattered.

“Then there’s your answer.” She seemed to approve. “We are as we’re made, Dylan. You shouldn’t have to hide loving someone. You’re not doing anything wrong or violating consent, are you? Are Harper and Freddy over the age of eighteen?”

“I was kidding before.”

“Of course they are. And they must be lovely people if you feel so deeply for them in so little time. So maybe you come out about your partners and you lose business. What’s worth more in life? Love or money?”

“Hey, it’s your business too. Unless you want me to stay at the hospital?”

“No. I want you with us. James does too. This is one area we won’t compromise on, honey. Love is a beautiful thing, not something to squander. Only you can know how you truly feel about them. Trust your heart, your instincts.”

“And take a risk?” he voiced his own inner criticism. “Harper doesn’t think I’m a risk taker.”

“You aren’t.”

“Gee, Mom. Do you need a minute to think about it?”

“Nope. You, my son, aren’t a fan of change. Hence your problem with James.”

He flushed. “I know, but that’s personal.”

“No, dear. You’ve never been one to like change. It takes you a while to adapt. You’re open-minded but stubborn.”

“And who do I get that from, I wonder?”

“Your father,” she deadpanned, and they laughed. “Derrick has always been the risk taker, while you sat back and protected yourself behind thick walls of confidence and surety. Do you want my advice with Harper and Freddy?”

“Yes.”

“If you truly love them, take the risk. Imagine life without them, and if you really love them, you’ll feel miserable being alone. I married your father after a week of knowing him, and I’d do it all over again, even with the knowledge that I’d lose him too soon.”

“And James?”

She smiled. “My only regret is that I took too long to see what was right in front of me. Don’t be afraid to love. You might get hurt, but you might find joy to last a lifetime. Be strong, Dylan. Make the right choice—for you.”


Wednesday afternoon, Harper finished up at the construction site after a heavy argument with the crew leader. The guy had lagged so long that he’d cost them extra time and money on some rental equipment. Now they strained the budget—shit Harper didn’t stand for, but the guy was new. After jacking the asshole off his feet and dangling him like a rag doll, he’d seen the light and called his guys back in to finish the job.

The others gave him a wide berth as he returned to his truck and answered Natalie’s calls. He yessed her to death, ignored her snippy comments about his attitude, and texted Freddy about dinner at her place. A dinner they’d be having alone again, without Dylan.

While Harper understood Dylan’s need to take some time and deal with some work issues, he had a feeling the guy was using work to avoid them. And it hurt. Especially because Freddy felt it too.

But, really, could he complain? He hadn’t told Dylan how he felt, and neither had Freddy. They played at being a unit, a monogamous threesome. But, hell, for all Dylan knew, this was a regular thing for two members of the club.

Harper returned to his office and finished filing some paperwork he’d been putting off for a while. Then he called his mother. After telling her about the new loves of his life, he felt better. She was excited to meet them.

It never failed to amaze him how lucky he’d been with family. A mother and father who supported a bisexual kid in the Deep South. Miracle number one. That his mother couldn’t wait to meet Harper’s new partners was miracle two. Of course, he had to break the news to his father. But the old man still couldn’t get over all the headway Harper had made with Natalie, whom he considered to be a shark in women’s clothing.

That and the investments he’d made with his construction sales had more than made up for his weird love life. He loved his dad, but the truth was, his father liked the finer things in life. And if it took a bit of cash to buy his father’s support and happiness, Harper was all for it. He knew his dad loved him regardless, but the cash didn’t hurt.

He finished his work and drove to Freddy’s by six. On the way, he thought about all they’d learned from Brian. Things Dylan should have told them but hadn’t.

The Warrens were a tight family, well thought of in Augusta. Dr. Barbara Warren had a prestigious practice on the Hill that had been serving the city’s upper class for years. WCC, Derrick and Gage’s baby, was still in the black and doing big business, thanks to their tie to the city’s new development deal. Derrick had recently won a state award for his designs, and Gage had a rep for being one of those rare miracles in the world—an honest contractor.

Harper grinned. He’d already known most of that about Gage and Derrick. But he’d also learned that Gage was engaged to a sexy blonde named Hailey, and Hailey’s best friend, Sydney, was soon to be Mrs. Derrick Warren. She was just waiting on her slow man to pop the question.

Poor Derrick.

Harper chuckled, walked to Freddy’s door and knocked.

“Come on in, Harper,” she called through the door.

Dylan’s reputation as an exceptional doctor, sought-after bachelor and all-around stud anyone would be lucky to have came as no surprise. But the guy wasn’t available anymore, and it bugged the shit out of Harper that he couldn’t say anything about it.

“Long day?” Freddy asked from the kitchen.

He went straight to her, lifted her off her feet and kissed her until neither of them could breathe.

“Oh wow. Long day.” She laughed and shoved a hank of blond hair from her eyes. She had such a powerful personality, it always amused him to tower over her. He ran a light finger over her brow piercing, thinking her so damn sexy.

“I nearly strangled a guy. But he’s finishing the work he should have had done three days ago, so it’s all good.”

“Ah, okay.” She stirred something that smelled amazing. “Well, I hired a new guy to run the cleaning staff. I had to let Manny go. He was doing the maids instead of making them do their work.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “So you’re really okay with me owning the place, right?”

“I’m fine with it as long as you’re not personally servicing the clientele. I like having a rich girlfriend.”

She elbowed him in the belly. “Yeah right. From what I hear, you’re Richie Rich. I’m just a poor perverted tramp trying to earn a living.”

“I don’t know that I’d say poor. Perverted and trampy, sure, but those tats cost money.”

“Jerk.” She laughed, and then her expression sobered. “Heard from Dylan?”

“No.” He hated her crestfallen look. “Honey, maybe we should tell him how we feel. He might not think it’s anything serious. And, hell, it hasn’t been that long that we’ve been lovers.” A week and a half maybe? Yet long enough for Harper to know he’d found true love.

“But it feels like forever.”

“Yeah.” He kissed her. “I know the doc. He has to think everything through to the nth degree. He’s probably unsure about us, and he’s new to three people in a relationship. You still love him, right?”

“Yeah. Though I couldn’t tell you why.”

“I can. He’s thoughtful, usually. Gentle and rough, has a big fucking cock and he makes you laugh with that dry sense of humor.”

“He’s really handsome,” she added. “He likes us, and for a fussy guy, he never judges. Man, I hate that I love him. You, I get. Him, I have to ask myself, why?”

“He’ll be worth it. You’ll see.” Harper kept saying that. He just hoped they wouldn’t be disappointed in the long run. “I talked to my mom today.”

“Oh?”

“She wants to meet you. I’m just warning you. She really wants grandkids. I think she’s already impregnated you. And with my brother and sister taking their time, it’s up to me to perpetuate the line. Just sayin’.”

“No pressure or anything.” She glared at him.

And that pixie anger made him laugh.

“If you tell me I’m cute when I’m mad, I swear I’ll spit in your soup.”

He bit his lip, but he didn’t fool her.

“Oh shut up and eat. Then you can take me in the back room and make me see stars.”