Page 24 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

I wondered absently if that gave them the courage to demand a second date. Not that we’d had a first date, really. Still…

“Look, I came here toavoidthinking about all this work stuff,” I pointed out. “This vacation was emergency therapy. I needed a distraction.”

“And you ended up with three distractions,” Bishop winked.

I rolled my eyes at him. For once, he relented.

“Sorry,” he conceded. “Hey, you’re smart — smarter than just about anyone I know. And you’re resourceful, too. You’ll bounce back.”

“My point is, I’d just rather talk about anything else,” I conceded. “Anything but this.”

The boys settled back in their chairs, but the knowing glances they exchanged told me the subject was anything but finished. For now at least, it was. I hadn’t even mentioned the worst part, either: that Jeremy and Ashley had paid for my luxurious little ski trip out of my own account.

“Alright, Josie,” smiled Kayden. “You’re the boss.”

“Damn straight.”

“And as the boss, you get to decide what happens next.”

The guys leaned forward again, folding their striated forearms expectantly. Dinner had been amazing. Bella’s had been everything you’d ever want in a traditional Mediterranean restaurant, and we’d ordered so much food the table looked post-apocalyptic. By now I was stuffed full, and pleasantly buzzed on wine. But I was also restless and excited and the night was young.

I threw back the last of my wine, then set the glass down as a silence descended over the table. There were dozens of directions this could go, I knew. Deep down, I wanted to explore them all. I also didn’t want to be responsible for any of them.

“Look, let’s make this easy for you,” Bishop spoke up. “You’ve got three days left here, right?”

“Four.”

The boys exchanged glances again; glances that were oddly serious. Eventually they nodded, before directing their attention back to me.

“Did you want us to just leave you alone, here in town?” asked Bishop. “We stay on our island, you stay on yours?”

The very thought of it made my heart sink.

“No,” I eventually admitted.

“So maybe it’s just like the mansion,” he shrugged. “Whatever happens on Mykonos, stays on Mykonos.”

His half-smile threatened me with those sexy dimples again. In that moment I wanted to kiss him very badly, the way I’d kissed him last night. I wanted to hop into Kayden’ lap and kiss him too. Simultaneously, I wanted to close my eyes, tiltmy head, and wait for the exquisite feel of Andre’s lips, as they closed over my exposed neck…

“One night, four nights, it’s all the same,” I mused. “Is that what you’re saying?”

I looked to Kayden, always the rational one. For once, his smirk mirrored Bishop’s.

“It guess that depends on whether you’re finished blowing off steam.”

A warm tingle started, somewhere below my navel. As it spread slowly outward in every direction, I squirmed in my seat.

“You said it yourself; you need a mental vacation,” Andre offered. “Emergency therapy.”

“I sure did.”

“Did?”

My chin dipped in momentary contemplation. I bit my lip and acquiesced.

“I mean… Ido.”

“Well then, what’s better than spending your time with us?” smiled Kayden. “Come back to the manor, Josie. We can stop at your hotel first, pick up anything you need. But let us take care of you. Feed you. Entertain you.”

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