Page 64 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Ava?” Logan asked, worry in his eyes.

“Exactly how much did you listen to?” She had to know. Everything he did with her was so perfectly depraved. If the reason was the voice message, and not just how he truly was with her, she couldn’t handle that.

“I made it halfway through and stopped. I swear on my fucking life, Ava. I stopped.”

Half. He listened to half of it. Not everything, but enough to know what to say and do. “So everything we did together…was it only because of the message?”

He rose from his chair and kneeled at her side, taking her hands in his. “No, sweetheart. I heard some things, sure. But that’s not why we have what we have.” He placed his hand on her heart, and she looked into his eyes. “If anything, it gave me the push to let myself be with you the way I wanted to. The way you needed me to.”

A defining moment was taking place right in front of her. Logan was literally on his knees, apologizing to her. Something she never thought she’d witness him do. His voice was sincere, and she didn’t doubt his honesty.

So what was she to do? Get upset about something she couldn’t change? Or accept that he’d made a mistake and owned it?

Already, she realized it had to be the three of them to work. Roman was her rock, her sweet man. And Logan was her protector, her dominator. Both were necessary in this relationship, and she didn’t want one slip to impede that.

“I forgive you,” she said, taking Logan’s face in her hand. “Thank you for telling me. But please, don’t go behind my back like that again. I can’t handle any more trust issues, okay?”

Logan closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “I promise, Ava. Never again.” He turned his face and kissed her palm. “Never.”

“I know.” She was thankful for his candor. That he didn’t hide it from her any longer or use it against her. They were learning as they went, and that was okay. “Now, go sit down so we can eat this mouthwatering food you made.”

“So I was thinking,” she said around bites of chicken. “I’ll need to break my lease. I’ve lived there so long, I don’t remember what my contract says, so it might be awhile before I can get out of it. At the same time, I should be trying to find a place to rent in Little Greenfield. Do you guys know anyone with a space?”

Logan shook his head. “Nonsense.”

“You’re living with us,” Roman stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can’t live with you. We barely?—”

“Know each other,” the two guys said at the same time.

“So you’ve said, Ava. More than a few times.” Logan grabbed the wine bottle, uncorked it, and poured them each a glass.

“My parents got married after four weeks. Did I ever tell you that?” Roman mused.

Ava tilted her head. “Four weeks? That’s not far off how long I’ve known you both.”

“Exactly.”

She took another bite, careful not to derail their conversation with any obvious noises of pleasure because of how ridiculously tasty it was. Probably the best chicken she’d ever had. Who would’ve thought Logan was such a master in the kitchen? She knew he was good, but not this good. Having someone cook for her was comforting.

“And if this all blows up in our faces?” she asked.

“It won’t,” they both said, again in unison. Like their brains were connected by an invisible wire.

“How are you both so confident? Logan, you didn’t even like me until like…four days ago.”

“Not true. I liked you the second I saw you. But I couldn’t let myself admit it.” He took a swig of wine.

“Listen, Ava.” Roman set down his silverware and gave her his full attention. “Logan and I have discussed it. We’ll add another room to the back house. Then you can have your own space.”

Her hand flew to her chest. “You’d do that for me?”

Roman nodded. “You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”

Grateful tears filled her eyes. “Anything for me?”

He gave her hand a squeeze. “Anything for you.”

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