Page 63 of Three Hearts Hideaway

She was tight and warm around him.

Like the promise of a future.

Like heaven.

Like home.

AVA

Never in her life had she had so much sex. Everything wassore. And by everything, she meant ev-er-y-thing. She would have to ban the guys from touching her for the next three days. Somehow, she didn’t think that would go over well.

“What are we having?” she asked, inhaling the scent of garlic and oregano in the air. “It smells amazing.”

“Have a seat,” Logan instructed. “And you’ll see.”

She sat next to Roman at the dining table and watched as Logan put together two meals and brought the plates to them.

“Chicken Florentine with sun-dried tomatoes and spinach. Nothing fancy. Just good comfort food.”

“Nothing fancy? Is that a joke?” Her eyes bulged at the meal before her. The array of colours made her mouth water.

“Oh trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet. The food he’s made you so far pales compared to his true cooking ability.” Roman praised his best friend, appearing like a proud papa bear.

“That’s enough,” Logan muttered, fixing his own plate and joining them.

“He doesn’t take compliments very well, in case you haven’t noticed. But he’s always in the kitchen doing something new,” he said with admiration.

“It’s a good way to blow off steam. Gives me time to process the day,” Logan added.

Ava took a bite and made a slightly sexual sound. Both men glanced at her, eyebrows raised.

“Sorry. It’s that good.”

Roman’s laugh rumbled through the quiet house, and she saw a smile tug the corner of Logan’s lips. One day, she’d get a big old grin out of him.

“Listen, Ava,” Logan said, a hint of caution in his tone. “I need to tell you something.”

Nothing good ever started with those six words. Alarm bells rang in her head. He better not be backing out of thisrelationship. Especially after their amazing, life-altering, three-way sex. No way in hell.

She put her fork and knife back on the table. “What is it?”

He cleared his throat. “I did something I shouldn’t have. I need to be accountable, and I want you to know I’m sorry. I never thought we’d get together, and…” His gaze dropped to his lap.

What the hell did he do? “Okay, you’re scaring me. You need to tell me what you did right now, so I don’t start freaking out more than I already am.”

Roman nodded at Logan, encouraging him to continue. Obviously, he was in the know when she was not. Why would he keep something from her?

“When you first arrived, I opened your phone, found Sebastian’s voice message, and sent it to myself. I listened to some of it without your permission.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “Some of it?”

“I couldn’t get through the whole thing,” he rushed out. “It made me so fucking angry.”

“Oh.” A million questions danced in her head. But only one mattered. “Why did you need to hear it?”

“I…needed to know what was so bad that you’d leave home and come here.” He sighed. “Also, I’m an asshole and was bitter about you and Roman clicking so fast. I wanted to be on the inside, too.”

Ava nodded, processing his words. He did this behind her back, yes, but they weren’t together when he did. She pictured him sneaking off to listen to the message, alone in his room. All the things she wanted in a sexual partner. All the things she admitted after two years of being with someone. Was that how he knew exactly what to say to her to get her off? She couldn’t believe that was the reason for their chemistry. The idea was too painful.

---