Page 23 of I Kissed Three Boys…

“Yeah, well a lot changes in twenty years,” Viktor said. One thing that didn’t change was his smile. It was boyish and sweet, and I might’ve fallen a little bit in love standing in Henryk’s foyer staring at him.

“It certainly does.” If I sounded breathless, it was because I was.

Ray held his arm out to me. “I’m sure the three of you are hungry, and of course, you have a lot to catch up on.”

I took Ray’s arm since he was offering. “Where are we going?”

“To the northern sitting room. Lunch is being served there.”

I was less queasy than I’d been earlier, but the thought of food made me waver. “Will Henryk be meeting us there?” I walked arm in arm with Ray out of the foyer and along one of the many grand hallways.

“Yes. He’ll be there when his current meeting ends.” He smiled down at me and there was a twinkle.

Ray showed us into a huge room with yet another a roaring fire, where a table against the wall was spread with a line of plattered food. Sandwiches and salads, hot food, cold food, fruit, charcuterie, cheeses, so many choices.

“I’m starving,” Silas said, rubbing his hands together as he walked around me straight to the table.

“Thanks, Ray.” It wasn’t that I needed led into the room, but there wasn’t a much better way to walk around the castle—the castle—than on this guy’s arm.

He winked at me, then I watched his broad shoulders as he walked out the room.

I sat down in one of the dining chairs and reached for a bread roll. “The food here is delicious.”

The table was set like a buffet and another long table with three place setting was beside it but closer to the center of the room. I sat at one side of the table and Silas took the spot beside me. When he set his plate down, he lifted the bottle of wine from where it sat between us and Viktor, and read the label. “This is a thousand-dollar bottle of Pinot Noir.”

“Wine?” Silas asked, offering me the bottle.

I shook my head and held up my hand, stomach lurching. “God, no. I’m still hung over from last night.”

He laughed. “When I’m hung over, I look like I’ve been hit by a bus.” The look he gave me was heated and I sucked in a breath. “You do not look hung over.” He glanced away from me and added a slice of roast beef to his plate. Softer, he said, “You’re beautiful.”

The temperature in here must’ve climbed like fifty degrees. I was warm from cheek to toe. And the way he was staring at me now didn’t help. “Thank you.” But I needed to change the subject. Fast. “You guys both look great. I don’t know what I expected, but this is better.”

“Better? What did you expect?” Viktor chuckled. “I, for one, expected you to be beautiful.” He grinned. “And you are.”

If I was keeping score, and I should’ve been, that was twobeautifuls in about forty-five seconds.

There was a lot of testosterone in this room, a lot of muscle and so much handsome, my thoughts had no defense. I swallowed my suddenly lust-filled thoughts and tried to act as cool and collected as the men. “So, what do you two do?” I asked, glancing from one to the other.

Silas reached for the mashed potatoes. “We’re in construction.”

“Really? Together?” I smiled at him.

Viktor nodded and poured himself a glass of wine. “Yeah. We work together. We actually just started our own construction company.”

Quite the husbands I had here. “That’s awesome.” I wasn’t sure they knew each other when we originally met.

Silas nodded at me as he took a sip from his glass then smiled. “When we got the call from Francis, we’d just come from a meeting with a buyer of a house we flipped.”

I’d been about to express my awe or some other ridiculous emotion when Viktor saved me. “Speaking of which,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I did a little research before we left for Lichtenstein. Do you know who Henryk is?”

“Whohe is?” I shrugged. “He’s one of the little boys I married when I was seven.” Although just by his smile, I knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“I mean... do you know who he is?” Viktor repeated the question without any emphasis and I couldn’t tell what message he was trying to convey.

“She doesn’t know,” Silas said, his grin as knowing as Viktor’s, and I wasn’t sure I liked being the only one who didn’t know what was apparently a big secret. “Just tell her.”

“Yeah, just tell me.” I wasn’t annoyed as much as I just felt out of the loop, like I was behind.

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