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Logan grins. “That’sJarhead and me.”

“Fuck off,” he says with affection, pulling a camouflaged tarp off a big, hulking object I’ve just noticed. “We built this together for all of us.”

As Trent drops the tarp, I gasp. He’s just unveiled an oversized rocking chair loveseat. It’s hand carved from maple, just like the one my grandfather made for my grandma.

But this one has three seats, not two. I squint at the back of the middle seat. “Does it have my name carved into it?” I step forward to trace the letters with a fingertip, then gasp when I see what the other seats say. “And Logan’s name. Andyours!” Tears flood my eyes again, and this time I just let them fall. This couldn’t be more perfect. “I love it. It’s beautiful, you guys.”

“We worked on it together.” Logan holds up his bandaged thumb. “Aside from a minor maiming, it turns out we’re a pretty good team.”

“We are.” Trent watches me settle in the center of it. “All three of us make an excellent team.”

“I can’t believe this.” I wrap a palm around the hand-carved curve of one armrest. That’s when I notice the ones in the middle fold down.

“We got a little help from the resort’s head handyman,” Trentexplains. “Ash let us hire Martin for the day, and he helped us design a hinge system on the armrests.”

Pressing the lever beneath one, I practice putting it down, then up again. “So we can have our own space when we need it,” I say. “A spot to rest my elbow when I’m reading.”

“That’s the idea.” Logan grins. “Or we can fold them down when we all want to snuggle.”

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.” Trent waits for Logan to settle on the seat beside me, then takes his spot on my other side.

We set the chair rocking with our heels, dragging our toes through the sand. Each of the guys takes one of my hands, wrapping his fingers around mine. There’s no discussion or planning, we just move in sync, rocking together with our hands intertwined.

“So what’s next?” I hate to be the one always pointing to the future, but someone has to. “I’m scheduled to fly home tomorrow.”

The guys exchange a look. They must have already talked about this.

“Ash said he’s happy to extend your stay,” Trent says. “He offered the use of his jet to get us home when we’re ready.”

Logan chuckles. “Camille hovered like a helicopter mom the whole time we built this. She asked us to tell you the three-man, one-woman enchantment comes highly recommended.”

I laugh because that’s so Camille. “Thanks for the tip, but I’ll pass.” I squeeze the fingers laced with mine. “You two are the only ones I want to be with that way.”

“Same.” Trent glances at me, then at Logan. “There’s something I’d still like to try.”

“Oh yeah?” Maybe it’s some sort of bondage thing. “Is it whips and chains and?—”

“Nah.” Trent chuckles and blushes a little. “Funny, I have nodesire to do that anymore. Maybe I got it out of my system or something.”

Or maybe it’s something he did while repressing hisotherdesires. I’m hardly a sex therapist, but spending time with Camille makes me wonder if that’s what she’d say. “What are you wanting to try?”

Still red in the face, he glances at Logan. “It kinda involves you. I mean, all of us, but you specifically.” He clears his throat, shifting a little uncomfortably. “We haven’t really talked about this yet, but?—”

“Yes.” Logan grins. “I’m not even sure what it is, but I’m a yes for whatever.”

“Man whore,” I say with affection.

Logan grins wider. “For another few weeks, anyway. Might as well take advantage.”

“Hmm.” I pretend to ponder, but honestly? “I’d rather have sex with Logan my boyfriend than Logan the consort.”

“Same.” Trent looks at Logan. “And if you guys are game, I’d like to take things to the next level.”

“Okay.” I’m not even sure whatnext levelmeans, but the guys seem to know. They look at each other with so much affection my heart does a belly flop. “What should we do with the rocking chair?”

“Ash is sending Martin to collect it,” Trent says. “That’s part of the deal with hiring the resort handyman. He’ll package it up to fly home with us.”

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