Page 155 of Some Like It Hot

“That one,” she says immediately. “Option two. Let me go put on my swimsuit.”

“You don’t need a swimsuit.”

“Even better,” Simon remarks.

I nod. “No one can see you out there but the birds. Let me show everyone the bedroom.”

We’ve fallen into a pattern already back in Chicago, where we make a point to spend at least one night a week, all four of us together, either at my place or Simon’s hotel suite, and we share a bed. The other nights when Aidan is at work and I’m playing hockey, Simon stays with Elise at her place. If there are any nights remaining, Elise and I are at my place, and Simon and Aidan are together.

It works for right now, but we’ve already talked about how to be together more moving forward, because Elise and Aidan do want time together as well, and I want to build on my friendships with both of the guys.

This house has five bedrooms, but one has a king size bed and the plan is to all share it this weekend.

After we haul our bags upstairs, I tell them, “Strip down to your underwear, then there are robes and towels in the bathroom downstairs.”

Elise and Aidan are peeking in the primary bathroom and their heads are together. Elise is giggling again. It doesn’t seem like their usual flirting, but something else. It has me curious and intrigued.

“What’s with those two?” I ask Simon, who has already shed all of his clothes except for his black silk boxers.

“I have no idea. Maybe they’re plotting to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

That makes me snort.

“Last one in has to stand back and watch during sex,” Elise says suddenly, dashing past me in her bra and panties.

We end up all jogging down the stairs, jostling each other and laughing like a bunch of college kids. Elise is first out the door, shrieking as her bare feet hit the snow. She’s jumping up and down and howling with cold and laughter as she realizes the lid to the hot tub is still on.

I strip off my boxer briefs at the door and pop open the lid and jump in. I reach out my hand for her and help her up the stairs. She is still in her bra and panties, but sinks immediately below the bubbling hot water with a sigh. I unhook her bra as Aidan just about cannonballs into the hot tub, still in his underwear.

Simon isn’t even trying to win. He’s still in the doorway, eyeing us with a superior smirk. He is somehow already wearing one of the thick robes and has one singular towel in his hand.

“I like to watch anyway,” he says, stacking his towel on the edge of the hot tub.

“You didn’t get towels for the rest of us?” Aidan complains, sinking to his knees in the water.

“I will if you ask very, very nicely.”

“We forgot the champagne,” Elise says.

“And the vibrator,” I add.

“Simon,” Elise says, sounding very sexy and pleading. “Will you go get them for us?”

He gives a long-suffering sigh. “Of course, love.”

When he turns, she reaches out and smacks Aidan. “Now!” she hisses. “It will be just like the day you met. In the cold.”

Aidan grins. “Good idea, because this ring box is cutting into my balls.”

“And here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Elise smiles at him, then shoos him toward the steps as Simon disappears into the house.

I finally understand what’s going on. “You’re proposing?” I ask in a low voice.

Aidan nods happily. “I know it’s soon, but I don’t want to wait.”

I’m thrilled for him and for Simon. They’re seriously amazing together, the perfect fit of opposites attract, and yet both genuinely good men. “Go get him,” I say with a grin.

He leaps out of the water right as Simon reappears.

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