Page 78 of His Mansion

She swung off Nathan and plopped to her butt next to him on the mat before turning to face Derrick and winking.

His face ached from smiling so much. “Okay, sweetheart. What do you have next on the agenda? I can’t believe you wanted to eat here for the incredible ambiance.”

“Hey, I like ropes.”

Derrick managed to not choke on his own spit. Oh, the images in his brain.

She knelt, the tip of her pink tongue poking out to wet her lips for an instant as she glanced between them. “I meant it, guys. What I told Kane. You’ve made a huge difference in my life.”

It wasn’t what she said, but how she said it that made Derrick’s pulse pick up. The light-hearted teasing was gone, replaced by a thoughtful, contemplative tone.

“We care about you.” This wasn’t the time for confessions of love.

Melanie twisted to press both hands to his knee. “I care about you as well.”

The short silence that followed felt relaxed. Comfortable.

Until she turned to face Nathan. “And you—I still can’t believe you. You’re like a saint to put up with all the teasing I did this weekend.”

“Saint Nathan.” He seemed to consider it seriously for a moment before reaching to tweak her nose. “Don’t think it fits. It’s okay, monkey, I survived.”

Her expression was unreadable. “Surviving isn’t always enough, Nate. I’ve learned that the hard way.”

Derrick stroked a hand down her arm. There were no words.

She turned to face him, whispering for his ears alone. “I want to prove to Nathan that I trust him. I want to thank him for being there.”

Derrick didn’t think she was talking about a store-bought gift. “He doesn’t need anything. Caring for you doesn’t require payment.”

She straightened, anger flashing. “Caring for me also shouldn’t require him to put up with being insulted.”

Ahhh. “Kane thought he was looking out for you.”

“Unintentional pain still hurts like hell, Derrick.”

They stared into each other’s eyes. She gripped his forearms tightly, clinging to him. There was something in her face that made him pause. Longing was there, but also an incredible strength.

It took all his strength to ask the question. “What do you want?”

“To finish what you offered me in the mountains. What I was barely able to accept, but the acceptance changed my life. To be with two men I trust explicitly.”

His blood pressure shot skyward, pulse pounding. Without intending to, his volume rose as well. “Be with us how? Sex?”

“Melanie, what the hell are you talking about?” Nathan demanded. Derrick snapped his head up, ready to protect her. Guard her if necessary. But the other man was shaking his head, hands raised in protest as he rolled to his knees. “Damn it, this isn’t something to joke about. Don’t go screwing things up with Derrick. Not for some kind of cheap thrill.”

Melanie scrambled upright, her petite body seeming to tower over them as he and Nathan remained sprawled on the safety mats. “I’ll have you know I don’t consider anything about youcheap.”

“Mel—”

“Itrustyou.” Melanie touched Nathan’s cheek. “You and Derrick. Completely.”

Derrick’s confusion and momentary sense of betrayal morphed into understanding. She wasn’t asking on a whim, or out of a misplaced sense of obligation.

If her self-esteem had been tied up in the aftermath of her fall, Nathan’s was connected with his photography. Kane’s accusations could have hit hard. She had assumed Nate needed her as much as she’d turned out to need him. Wanted to wash away a little of the hurt Nathan had experienced in exchange for the gift he’d given her.

Nathan caught her hand where it lay against his cheek, kissing her palm softly before pulling her close and enveloping her in an enormous bear hug. He gazed over her shoulder at Derrick, shaking his head slightly as he stroked her hair.

“Oh, monkey. I think I’m a little bit in love with you right now. You’ve got a heart that simply refuses to stop giving, and I’m honoured beyond belief that you’d offer yourself like that. But I have to say no.” Melanie protested, and Nathan pulled away and stuck a finger in her face. “I am first, and foremost, your friend. Getting a chance to prove that you’re an extremely attractive woman was a wonderful experience, but I’m bowing out of anything else. Unless…”

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