Page 68 of Blue Moon Mistress

“We all did.” Chase leans in and presses a kiss against my neck.

He has a jar in his hand and offers it to me. “According to Johnny’s atrociously scribbled notes, this is a Greek yogurt and chia seed overnight peach cobbler oatmeal. Maybe.”

He grimaces. “He needs to find things to make that don’t require a full page to name.”

“Thanks.”

But Thomas snatches it out of my hand and takes it back to the kitchen. “I promised him I wouldn’t let you feed her straight from the jar.”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating out of jars.” Chase steers me to the table and sits me down before turning back to Thomas. “You do it all the time.”

“Spoonfuls of peanut butter do not count.” Thomas sets a bowl in front of me and hands me a spoon. “We’re only mostly uncivilized in this house.”

The oats are amazing, but when Thomas sets a cup in front of me, I blink at it a little longer than is strictly necessary. “You bought my tea.”

“I don’t know if it’s the right brand.” Thomas winces. “And I’m not sure if I made it right.”

I take a sip. There’s a little too much sugar, but, “It’s perfect.”

Because I was more than ready to drink coffee and… “Did someone snoop through my cabinets when they came for a visit?”

“Guilty.” He sits down next to me, handing Chase a cup of the coffee I’d expected.

“Shouldn’t you be at work too?” I ask and Thomas immediately shakes his head.

“Not yet. The plumbing is mostly fixed, but since we can’t have kids in until tomorrow, today’s just some admin and meetings. Those don’t start until ten.”

“Where are my clothes?” I ask, looking pointedly to where my bag had been.

His smile too wolfy, Thomas slips his fingers between mine. “Have I shown youmyroom yet?”

He takes my hand before I answer and leads me back down the hall.

Like Chase’s room, Thomas’ isn’t over stuffed with furniture. He’s got a bed that’s been made to military regulation—though I don’t think he was ever in the service—and a tall, narrow dresser between the doors to the hall and his closet. The main difference between their rooms is that there’s color here.

And a stack of papers underneath a bulky red sharpie.

Black-out curtains—open at the moment—are a deep blue and there’s a rug that’s a riot of color. But movement in the corner catches my eye.

“A lava lamp?”

He smiles at the thing sitting on the top of his dresser. “A reminder of my childhood.”

Opening the narrow door to his closet, Thomas presents me with my bag and I set it on his bed, digging through for what I’ll need for the day.

I’d brought clothes that wouldn’t wrinkle, and go on quick, so I’m half dressed before I say, “Chase said I got to sleep with him because he was the one who’d be here… but you’re here, so what was the real reason?”

“Aside from the fact that Chase’s bed is more comfortable than mine?” He zips the side of my skirt up. “He’s the only one who hadn’t gotten to spend alone time with you yet. We like to play fair.”

“Should I put up a leaderboard? Mark down every time I’m with one of you? That way, if someone gets too far ahead, he can be put in time out?”

Laughing, Thomas grabs a messenger style bag from beside his desk and gives me a long once over. “That might be fun.”

“Do you want to stay with Chase for a while? Or would you like to part ways at the curb?”

“I do have things I need to get back to. And if you’re leaving, it’ll give me the excuse to not get distracted.”

“I don’t know if I’d tempt fate like that if I was you.” Chase is waiting for us, leaning against the wall near the front door.

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