Page 47 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Sure, you do." He chuckles, "Admit it, Eve, you are dying to know more about me."
"And I want to know more about you," Edward interjects smoothly. "It strikes me that you haven’t had the chance to tell me more about yourself since we met."
"That’s true, I guess." I glance between them again. "I mean, I’ve, uh, been busy, I suppose."
"What do you say we pick you up after class and take you to dinner?" Baron asks.
"Both of you?" I look from Baron to Edward, then at Baron again. "At the same time?"
"It’s only dinner," Edward drawls. "What do you say?"
"I… I don’t understand." I frown.
"You have to eat sometime," Baron urges. "So do we."
"But at the same time?"
"Why not?" Edward interjects. "We can have a civil meal, the three of us, can’t we?"
"Can we?" I step back from them. "The last time I saw the two of you, you were getting ready to smash in the other one’s face. Then, both of you were pissed that I was maybe getting…uh, intimate with the other. Now you’re saying we should go to dinner together…" I purse my lips. "Do either of you care to explain what the hell is happening?"
They look at each other, then Baron nods at Edward, which is weird. Not that he nodded, but because it’s like a sign has passed between them, which means they are communicating, and that is strange. These two couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Now, suddenly, they are here asking me to dinner? Together? I shake my head, "What?" I frown. "What is it?"
Edward raises his hand, "We, uh, met up earlier, after you, ah, threw me out."
"I am not sorry about it," I mutter and he smirks.
"Opinionated too, huh?"
I flush. "You were saying? That you two met?"
His eyes gleam. "Yep, we did, and we figured we should come at this at a different angle."
"Which is?"
"That the two of us try to date you together, for a little while."
"So, the three of us," I circle the space between us with my finger, "do stuff together?"
Baron nods.
"So, we hang out together."
"Yep," Edward leans forward, "you okay with that?"
"More to the point, are you okay with that?"
His brow furrows, then he schools all emotions form his features. "For now." He nods, "Yeah, for the moment, I am."
"And you?" I turn to Baron, "You’re fine with this arrangement?"
He squares his shoulders. "Temporarily."
"Hmm." I purse my lips. "I wonder how long that will last?"
Edward grunts. "Don’t write us off yet," he admonishes me. "Neither of us wants to risk losing you. And while each of us hates the thought of you being with the other, it would be a lot worse if we upset you so much that you turned away from us completely, hence—"
"This arrangement," Baron picks up the commentary. "It’s not ideal, but it means each of us knows where the other is in relation to you."
