Page 29 of Perfect Three

Stunned, Lucy’s thoughts had taken on a life of their own.She was actually thinking about being together with the two men.It both excited and scared her, but when she thought about it maybe it wasn’t such a surprise.She hadn’t been in a relationship for so long.Now these men had set her dreams into flights of fancy.

“I’m already attracted to them.The only drawback was the whole Dom and sub thing.”

Since she’d read her first ménage romance the idea of two men had tickled her fancy.To be honest, she’d never really thought it would be possible, and yet now she was on the brink of considering exactly that.

Walking back into the bedroom, she looked at the clock on the nightstand and was startled to see it was past one.She’d fiddled about clothes for so long, she hadn’t noticed how late it was.

Going downstairs, she went into the kitchen.Should she make a coffee?

“Yuk.No.”

Lucy doubted she could face food or drink.Her stomach had now decided to do somersaults—double back-flips with a twist, so coffee wasn’t a good idea.Even the thought of a plain biscuit made her feel ill.Holding her hands out in front of her, it wasn’t at all surprising to see how badly they shook.Becoming extremely nervous as each minute passed, Lucy jumped at the slightest sound.There was an overwhelming desire to pretend she wasn’t home when they came.Or to phone and say she’d changed her mind.

From the kitchen, she walked into the ‘parlor’.It was a large room but not as big as the formal living room, more relaxed and informal, perfect for what lay ahead.She checked everything was tidy then checked the powder room between the conservatory and study.

“Won’t do if there’s no loo paper or clean towels.”

That done, she wondered what she should do next.“Calm my damn nerves,” she muttered as she wandered out through the conservatory door to the large back deck.

Damn!The chickens!

She’d forgotten to feed them.Marching down to the large coop, she unlocked the door.The coop had seen better days and Lucy thought she’d definitely have to replace the wood very soon.The fowls seemed happy.They had lots of land to scratch and plenty of shelter, plus ample protection from the local foxes and feral cats.The coop had plenty of room for dozens of chickens.Entering, she fed the birds, checked their water, and collected a couple of eggs.

Going back into the house, she put the eggs in a basket on the wooden counter top and looked at the kitchen clock.Her heart plummeted to her feet then back up again.

It was ten to two.

Now she wished she hadn’t told them to come.She wanted to run and hide.All those years of seclusion while she cared for her mother seemed very warm and comfortable and she wished they were back.

When she heard a car, its wheels making a rhythmic thumping sound as they bumped across the cobblestones of her driveway, she froze.

Shit!

They’re here!

Pressing a hand to her heart, she almost ran up the hall toward the staircase and front of the house.

Shit!Shit!Shit!

That one word pounded in her brain.Flustered, she muttered, “Calm down, deep breath.”The somersaults in her stomach had gone to new heights.They now performed several triple-back ones with a tuck.

A brisk rat-a-tat drummed on the front door.

This was it!

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