Tymber Dalton (22 page)

His heart ached for her. “Oh, sweetie.” He placed his hand over hers and waited until she finally looked at him. “Will you let us put up a tree for you?”

He read the old pain in her sweet green eyes. He longed to tell her he loved her, but since she hadn’t yet said it to either of them, they didn’t want to make her feel obligated to say it.

And truth be told, he worried maybe she wasn’t saying it because she didn’t feel the same way about them despite her actions. Although the men had noticed she had no objections to them mentioning a future together.

They still didn’t know how they’d handle the trial. Their best idea thus far was waiting until right before they had to leave and then sitting down with her and telling her the full truth about them.

And praying she didn’t hate their guts for it.

For his part, Allan knew that once the trial was over, if Libbie didn’t hate them, he was going to sit down and talk with her about their future together. He didn’t know what Ben’s plans were.

He damn sure didn’t want to jinx anything by forcing him to talk about it, either.

She let out a sad sigh and nodded.

He pulled her in for a hug. “Let’s go shopping for a tree tonight after Ken gets back. A beautiful live tree. It’s…” He didn’t want to trip himself over saying the wrong thing. “I haven’t had a tree in a while, either.”

In fact, he hadn’t had one since their mom had died. He’d been too busy with school, and then working, to even think about it.

Besides, what was the point? It wasn’t like he had a significant other in his life to share it with.

It was far easier to spend every waking moment away from home. Then he was too busy to notice how his house was as empty as his heart.

Until Libbie.

“Okay,” she softly agreed.

Ben was down in Tampa making conference calls regarding the case. On Monday, Allan would have to go make some calls of his own. He resented the lying more every time he had to do it. It wasn’t fair to her.

He only hoped it wouldn’t damage her trust in them beyond repair when they finally admitted the truth.

* * * *

When Ben returned that afternoon, he found Allan had sent Libbie upstairs for a nap because she looked exhausted. Allan had already arranged with Grover to go and pick up the boxes of ornaments from his storage shed.

“We should really get her some lights,” Ben added. “If they’ve been sitting that long, they might not work.”

“Will you go do it now?” Allan asked. “I’ll finish up down here with closing. And grab the ornaments from Grover.”

“Yeah.” He headed out again. By the time he returned an hour later, he admitted he’d gone a little crazy with buying new lights, but wanted to make sure they had enough. Any extras, he thought, they could hang in the windows or something for her.

He welcomed any opportunity to bring a smile to her face. Lately, her pain levels, while not too bad, had been creeping steadily up but she refused to admit it to them. Ben knew from close observations of her, in subtle ways, of how she climbed the stairs, or how long she stood in the shower in the morning, to how she held her utensils when she ate, that she wasn’t admitting how bad her pain was.

All they could do was keep a close watch on her and try to make her take it easy.

When Libbie awoke and saw the boxes of ornaments in her living room, she sat down next to them and started opening them. Ben watched as she slowly went through them, sometimes pausing with a wistful smile on her face, until she unearthed three plastic bins the size of shoeboxes.

Then silent tears slid down her cheeks.

He caught Allan’s attention and they sat on either side of her, both their arms around her as she opened the first box.

Inside, safely nestled in white tissue paper, were beautiful glass flamingoes in different poses. Some were of handblown glass, and some painted glass.

She let out a sad laugh. “These were Mom’s favorites.” She held one up, which appeared to be wearing red high-heeled shoes and a fancy hat. “Dad always got her a new one every year. She loved flamingoes. He’d stick it on the tree Christmas morning and make her hunt for it. She knew every one of them and always found it.”

She laid her head on Ben’s shoulder. “I miss them so much. I wish you could have met them.”

His heart ached for her. “We wish we could have met them, too,” Ben said.

“Yeah,” Allan echoed.

After she composed herself, she replaced the ornament and continued looking through the boxes. When she finally located the Christmas tree stand she was ready to go in search of a tree. She held her hands up to both men and they helped her to her feet.

Crowded in the cab of the truck, they drove to a nearby lot and Ben relaxed as her spirits seemed to improve.

In the back of his mind, in sharp contrast to their happy scene, lay echoes of the conversation he’d had on the phone with one of the federal investigators that afternoon.

And the news they’d told him of one of the witnesses being murdered, found dismembered in a drainage canal in Naranja.

He hadn’t yet had time to tell Allan about it where he could be sure Libbie wouldn’t hear. But it drove home even more how important it was to make sure there was never a way for Bianco to tie her to them.

Even if it meant he’d have to walk away and break her heart and his in the process, he would keep her safe.

* * * *

Christmas morning dawned cold and wet with temperatures in the upper forties. A weather front had marched through two days earlier and hung around with a brutal tenacity that had them wondering whether or not they should force Libbie to see Dr. Smith for stronger pain meds.

The men had put Libbie’s presents under the tree before they started the coffee and gently awoke her. Allan had the idea of enlisting Mandaline’s help in picking special presents for her, and they bought her a matching set of rose quartz earrings and a necklace, with Ben giving her the earrings and Allan giving her the pendant.

Mandaline had told them rose quartz was a stone of love, and the delicate pink color would look beautiful with Libbie’s green eyes.

This was in addition to the playful things they got her, such as a hoodie with the “Soft Kitty” song from
The Big Bang Theory
on it, and a T-shirt with Sheldon’s trademarked
Bazinga!
emblazoned on the front.

Allan knew his and Ben’s original plans of bringing Libbie home and boinking her brains out after the family lunch at Grover’s house would have to be put on hold. As it was, Allan wasn’t even sure he wanted Libbie getting out of bed.

She looked up at them, her eyes red and full of pain as they carefully helped her sit up. “I’m okay,” she weakly said.

Allan exchanged a look with Ben before returning his attention to her. “We could stay home, you know.”

She shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. I won’t miss the boys or the twins opening presents.” They’d bought extra toys for Jenny’s sons. Jenny and her boys would also be going to Grover’s for the holiday.

She insisted on them taking her over to the couch, where they got her settled with a soft blanket and her heating pad. “Grover helped me go shopping for you,” she said. “I’m sorry I didn’t get them brought upstairs yesterday. They’re down in a box in my office.”

Ben kissed her forehead. “I’ll go get them.”

Galileo jumped up onto the couch and crawled into her lap. “Mwrao.”

She scratched his head. “Yes, Santa Claus even brought the grouchy tabby something.”

Allan fixed her a mug of coffee and brought it over to her. “I wish I could make your pain go away, baby.”

“Me, too.”

Ben returned with the box of gifts. They saved giving her the jewelry for last. When she opened them, tears welled up in her eyes and they helped her put them on because her fingers hurt too much to manage it.

The men finally gave in and helped her get ready to go to Grover’s. “I don’t want to miss Santa Grover,” she joked with a pained smile as Allan helped her shower while Ben grabbed his over at the other apartment.

“We’ll pull rank on you if you look like you’re really bad off today,” Allan said.

“I’ll be okay.” She snuggled against his chest. “I have the two of you. As long as I have you guys, I’ll always be okay.”

Allan and Ben kept a close watch on her during the day and festivities, refusing to let her help in the kitchen, or even get her own food. They made her stay planted on the couch in the living room where she could take part in the celebration without getting up.

By the time they settled in bed with Libbie tucked in between them, Allan knew he’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. He stared at her peaceful, albeit pain-filled face, and wished he could banish the bad from her world.

He caught Ben’s gaze across her visage, sharing a long, silent look before nodding to each other and trying to fall asleep.

The three of them went to Many Blessings for the private New Year’s Eve party Mandaline and Sachi were throwing for their closest friends. Fortunately, the cold front had moved on, allowing Libbie some respite from the pain she’d suffered through Christmas week.

Libbie knew some of the people there, and others she’d never met before. Of particular interest to her was watching Mandaline and her men, Ellis and Bradley. The three of them all wore matching wedding bands, although Libbie knew they weren’t legally married.

Ken, who hadn’t spent as much time around Mandaline as even Charles had, leaned in and spoke softly in Libbie’s ear. “Are those the guys you were telling us about?”

“Yes.”

It was still early in the evening when Mandaline made her way over to them with a tray of canapés an hour before dinner was scheduled.

Charles was the one to ask. “I noticed all three of you wear rings?”

Mandaline smiled. “We had a handfasting ceremony,” she said. We’re not married-married, but we’ve all got powers of attorney and that stuff. Since we didn’t get a marriage license, we technically didn’t break any laws.” She winked. “By the way, I am a Notary, and I do perform marriages and handfastings, if you ever get to that point.”

“Mandaline!” Libbie gasped, her face growing hot and red.

Her friend handed the tray off to Charles before hugging her. “Remember,” Mandaline whispered in her ear. “Wish big, dream hard. It happened one time. So keep wishing and dreaming.”

She took the tray back from Charles and kissed both men on the cheeks. “Regardless, you three have my blessings.”

Ken watched her make a circuit of the cozily crowded storefront. At least twenty-five people were gathered for the evening. “She freaks me out sometimes. In a good way, but still.” He sipped his glass of spiked cider.

“You still not a believer?” Libbie teased.

Charles chimed in. “I’m not. But I won’t deny she’s good at reading people. I’m glad she uses her superpowers for good and not evil.”

Libbie had fun, glad she could enjoy the holiday in a way she hadn’t been able to enjoy Christmas. Someone, whether her men or Grover she didn’t know, had ratted her out to Dr. Smith. He showed up bright and early the day after Christmas for his cruller order and to ask when she was going to let him prescribe her something stronger for her pain.

She still hadn’t made the appointment.

After dinner, and as the clock drew closer to midnight, Libbie snuggled on one of the comfy sofas in the Many Blessings storefront with Charles and Ken, their hands in hers. At midnight, everyone cheered and the men leaned in and kissed her.

“Happy New Year,” she told them. “And may we have many more together.”

Both men smiled. “To many more,” Ken and Charles echoed.

Back at home, they slowly undressed her in the bedroom, kissing every inch of her flesh as they bared it. She loved the tender, nurturing, sensual sides to them every bit as much as she did their horny, rough, down-and-dirty sides.

Tonight, Charles took the lead, rolling her onto her side with her cradled against him as he carefully entered her. He took his time, slowly making love to her while Ken lay behind her and brushed kisses across the nape of her neck that made her shiver with pleasure.

Then Ken draped an arm over her waist until his hand nestled between her legs. With Charles’ cock slowly stroking inside her, and Ken’s fingers stroking her clit, she quickly came like that.

Charles swallowed her soft cries with his mouth, his hips moving faster until his release joined hers.

Could I be any more in love with them?

But she stopped herself short of saying it out loud. She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

She didn’t need to hear them say they loved her, because their every action spoke of it. But she wouldn’t say it to them until she knew how they felt. If she never said it, on the off chance they broke her heart, she’d feel like less of a gullible asshole.

And maybe she’d be able to talk herself out of admitting she loved them.

But if she said it, that made it real.