“great move, dickhead,” mike said, watching abby’s sweet ass sway back and forth as she walked to her car. He reluctantly turned from the window of his office and leveled a glare at Seth.

  Seth leaned against the corner of Mike’s desk and folded his arms. “Yeah, you were Mr. Suave yourself.”

  “Fuck off.”

  Mike grinned back at him. “Okay, so neither of us handled it well. Not the easiest subject anyway.”

  “If you’d just back off we wouldn’t have this problem.”

  “Or you could back off.” But neither of them would. Which was the problem they’d faced ever since they realized they both lusted after Abby. Not the first time they’d had this dilemma. Friends for over thirty years, they had grown up together, fought together, shared toys and battled over them, shared girls in high school and occasionally came to blows over them, too, but usually gave up on the girl before they let their friendship suffer.

  This time it was different.

  Abby was different.

  Mike loved women. He mostly loved fucking women. He wanted to fuck Abby. Beyond that, who knew? But Abby didn’t give him the time of day other than respect as a boss, and that intrigued the hell out of him. Usually women fell all over him.

  Okay, so her nonchalance bruised his ego a little. He had to laugh at himself over that. Maybe he was used to the adoration. Seth always referred to him as the pretty one, because he was tall, with black hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes, and he worked out enough that his body was in prime shape. So he had good looks and a great body and an easygoing personality, and maybe he used those charms once in awhile. All right, he used them a lot.

  Seth called him a “pussy magnet.” It made him laugh, but damn if it wasn’t true. Then again, after awhile he wasn’t sure if it was his looks, his money, or his sizable cock that attracted the women. Maybe a combination of all three.

  Funny, though, none of those seemed to interest Abby at all. And she’d been around the clinic long enough to hear all the rumors. Yet she hadn’t batted one eyelash at him in the entire time he’d known her.

  Maybe that’s why he was interested in her. He’d never had to chase a woman before.

  “So what do you think?” Seth asked.

  Mike shrugged. “It’s up to her.”

  “We probably scared the shit out of her. Especially you. You’re a little . . . much, sometimes, Mike.”

  “What? My dick?”

  Seth snorted. “She hasn’t been graced with the Nottingham Monster yet unless you’ve been waving it at her behind closed doors.”

  He rolled his eyes at Seth and tossed a file at him. “Right. You know better than that. I save the pussy pursuits for outside the clinic.” A fact they’d both agreed to when they set up the partnership. Business was business. Fun was for after hours only. And it had worked well for them the past ten years. No personal pursuits at the clinic. No dating employees and absolutely no fucking at the clinic. No entanglements with clients, ever. A firm rule that neither of them had ever broken, much to the chagrin of many of their female clientele.

  Of course they’d occasionally lost a client that way, but it had helped maintain their business and their friendship. When a client wanted more from them than just business, they had to say no.

  But now they wanted Abby. Both of them.

  And Mike was a pretty good judge of women. Abby might have been shocked, but she was also interested. He’d seen the flare of interest in her eyes when they talked about wanting her. And if anyone needed a man and a seriously good fuck, it was her.

  “Are you thinking this’ll be one on one or two on one?” Mike asked.

  Seth shrugged. “It could go either way.”

  “Which way do you want it to go?”

  Seth laughed. “I want her for myself, asshole.”

  “Selfish bastard,” Mike said, then snickered. They were too close for Mike to be insulted. “Not if I can talk her into taking me first.”

  “I think Abby will get whatever Abby wants. And if she wants both of us, I doubt either of us will complain about that.”

  Seth was right. “We’ve never complained about ménage before. Just the thought of it makes my dick hard. So stop talking about it before I have to walk down the hallway with a hard-on.”

  Mike shook his head and brought out a couple folders for Seth to sign off on, but his mind stayed on the woman who’d captured their attention.

  If Abby agreed, he’d see to it that she had a really good time this weekend. He was already anticipating their party at the club, wondering if she could handle both of them or if she’d choose just one. And if she did choose one of them, which would she pick?

  “We’ll see how it goes, then,” Seth said, handing Mike the folders. “I’m heading to my office.”

  “I’m out for the day. See you tomorrow.”

  Seth sat down at his desk to finish up paperwork. He liked nights after everyone left. Typically he was the last one here. Mike always had a date. Or a fuck buddy, anyway. It wasn’t often that he would go home without a woman in tow.

  Seth was more selective these days. And lately, he’d had his eye on Abby.

  From her first day at the hospital, she brought change with her. Divorced from one hell of a bitch on wheels, Seth was convinced that no woman, and he meant no woman, could ever make him look twice again. Maybe for a quick fuck, yeah, but more than that? Never again.

  He’d looked more than twice at Abby, though. Granted, he wanted to fuck her. Hell yeah he wanted to fuck her. Up, down, sideways, on top, from behind, and every which way. God, his cock twitched just thinking about the ways he wanted to climb inside that woman. With her chin-length blonde hair and sky blue eyes, her creamy skin and lithe body, she was a walking wet dream.

  But he also found himself wanting to spend time with Abby outside the bedroom. She was totally and completely guileless, which intrigued him more than anything. She had no freaking idea how attractive she was, didn’t know the first thing about using her beauty and knockout body to wrap a man around her little finger. Whip smart, funny as hell, and innocent, too. What man wouldn’t want to get down on his knees and worship her?

  Except Mike just wanted to fuck her. Okay, maybe Mike wanted more than that; he’d give his best buddy that. Mike was the smoldering sex god, though, and Seth was the one who used charm and persuasion to get the women into bed. He was their friend first. Mike just used his sex appeal. They were completely different in their approach to women, and maybe that was one of the reasons they had never seriously pursued the same woman before. Maybe that was why their friendship worked. But Seth had an idea they’d be competing over Abby or possibly sharing her, which opened up endless possibilities.

  If she agreed to the party on Saturday night, this weekend could be really interesting.

  two

  When abby walked into torinos, her favorite mexican restaurant, she spied Blair at their usual booth in the corner of the bar. A margarita was already waiting for her. Blair waved her over, her wrists jingling with the tinkle of several silver charm bracelets.

  “Where’s Callie?” Abby shouted over the loud roar of driving music. She slid into the vinyl seat across from Blair. They all loved Torinos, mainly for the killer margaritas, but also because they could gossip to their hearts’ content without anyone eavesdropping. It was always crowded, noisy, and nobody could hear what they were saying unless they were practically sitting on top of them.

  “Running late. She had to find someone to cover lunch at the shop. She’ll be here in a few.” Blair took a sip of her margarita and grabbed a chip to nibble on. “So what’s up?”

  “I’ll wait ’til Callie gets here. I don’t want to have to say this twice.”

  Blair arched a perfectly shaped auburn brow. “Really. That good?”

  “That . . . interesting.” She took a long swallow of the margarita, wincing at the tequila burn. Her eyes watered, and she munched on a chip to soak up the alcohol.

  Drumming her long nails on the lacquered tabletop, Blair said, “You’re killing me here, Abby. You know I hate waiting. Give me a hint.”

  “Uh-uh. We’re waiting for Callie.”

  “Who’s late, but here. Sorry. Scoot over, Blair.” Callie slid into Blair’s side of the booth and grinned at Abby. “Casey was sick today, and she normally covers lunch, so I had to wait for Jolene to come in.”

  “We could have rescheduled, Callie,” Abby said. “Your shop is important. You didn’t need to leave.”

  Callie raised her hand to signal the bartender for a margarita, then turned back to Abby. “Are you kidding? You’re important. When one of the ABCs calls a powwow, it’s serious business.”

  “You got that right, honey,” Blair said. “I canceled a bikini wax for you.”

  Abby rolled her eyes but grinned as she looked at Blair and Callie. Complete opposites, those two. Blair with all her flash and beautiful mane of auburn hair, Callie with her gorgeous mocha skin and raven hair. One all style, the other soft and subtle. Blair was an interior decorator and Callie owned a coffee shop. Her two best friends for the past twenty-eight years. Where would she be without them? Since kindergarten they’d been known as the ABCs—inseparable, sharing every joy, every pain, and every secret, and giving advice when needed. Right now she really needed it.

  “I have a problem.”

  “Figured that,” Blair said. “So spill it.”

  After a couple long swallows of her margarita for courage, she said, “You know the vets I work for?”

  “Mike Nottingham and Seth Jacobs,” Callie said.

  “Aka Hot Stuff and Hotter Stuff,” Blair added.

  Abby nearly spewed her drink and launched into a coughing fit that brought tears to her eyes. Callie left her side of the booth and hurried over to Abby, patting her on the back until she could breathe again.

  “You okay, honey?” she asked.

  Abby nodded and used her napkin to clean up the mess on her face. “Fine,” she croaked. “Jesus, Blair, give a girl some warning next time.”

  Blair quirked a brow. “What did I do?”

  “Never mind.” How was she ever going to get this out?

  “Well?” Blair asked, once again tapping her nails.

  “Okay.” Taking a deep breath, Abby said, “I can’t believe this happened, but they asked me out. Sort of.”

  “They asked you out,” Blair repeated. The tapping stopped.

  Callie moved back to the other side of the booth to grab her margarita and take a drink, her amber eyes wide as saucers. “Both of them?”

  “At the same time?” Blair clarified.

  “Yeah. Sort of. I think. I’m not really sure, but yeah, I really do think they did.” She drained her margarita this time, then signaled the waitress for another round.

  “When? How? I want a play-by-play of every word,” Blair demanded, her eyes glittering with excitement.

  Grateful for the noisy atmosphere and blaring music, Abby gave them a recap of her bizarre conversation with Mike and Seth.

  “Holy shit,” Callie said when Abby finished. “Girl, you might as well go buy a lottery ticket, because your ship has come in.”

  Abby shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s beyond bizarre. I mean, I wasn’t even aware of their interest.”

  “How the hell could you be unaware that two hot men wanted in your panties?” Blair asked, leaning back when the waitress brought another round of ’ritas. “Honey, that’s every woman’s dream.”

  “Not mine.” Abby picked up a drink and sipped. She really needed cocktails and lots of them. This had been one hell of a week. It had been one hell of a two-year period, actually. The past couple days had just been the topper. A pretty good topper.

  “Bullshit. Two guys, two prominent, rich, successful, hot-as-hell and sexy-enough-to-melt-your-clothes-off guys tell you they want to take you out. And by ‘take you out,’ honey, they mean they want to undress you, lick you all over, and fuck you until your brains ooze out your ears. And you’re telling me that’s not something you fantasize about when you’re patting the ol’ pussy?”

  Leave it to Blair to give it to her in graphic detail. “Okay, maybe I have fantasized about being screwed by more than one man. But that’s fantasy. And beside the point, since Mike and Seth didn’t say anything about a threesome anyway.”

  “They don’t have to say anything about one,” Callie said. “You know it’s on their minds. I’ll bet they wouldn’t mind sharing.”

  “Oh, God.” Abby laid her head in her hands. “I can’t deal with this.”

  “You can, too. I’d love to be in your shoes. Wanna trade?”

  Abby lifted her head and cast beseeching eyes on Blair. “Sure. You go instead.”

  Callie snickered. “She’d eat those two up and spit them out like she does all her men.”

  Blair grabbed a chip and waved it at Callie. “Yeah, but they thank me for it.” She popped the chip in her mouth and grinned as she chewed.

  Abby laughed.

  “Seriously, Abby, what have you got to lose?” Callie asked. “It’s been forever since you dated. And it’s the country club. Isn’t Chad a member?”

  “Yes.”

  Blair laughed. “Even better. Wouldn’t he just die to see you walking in there with Mike and Seth? I mean literally die with jealousy?”

  “Please. Chad didn’t care what I did when we were married. Why would he care now?”

  “Because he always thought he owned you. You know he still does,” Blair said. “And it would kill him to see you happy. He wants you pining away and miserable without him, the rotten, cheating bastard. I think you should go just to stick it to him, show him you’ve moved on. That you’ve got a career and not one man, but two to take his place.”

  It would be worthwhile to see Chad’s face while she celebrated with Seth and Mike. Not that she had a single vindictive bone in her body. She took what she was entitled to by law in the divorce, and nothing more, much to the irritation of her attorney. She’d just wanted it to be over, wanted to forget the shame and embarrassment, the public humiliation Chad caused her with his overt cheating. But just once she would like to show him she’d made a decent life without him and that she could get another man. Maybe even two.

  “I love when you grin like that,” Blair said. “It’s so evil. Reminds me of the old days.”

  Abby couldn’t help it. She had actually started to visualize events, from the country club to what might happen afterward. But could she go through with it if dining and dancing led to something else with Mike, or Seth, or even, God help her, both of them? It hadn’t occurred to her that they might be into that kind of action until Blair mentioned it. She was hardly a woman of the world. She didn’t have experience with kinky sex like this. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about it. But fantasy was one thing. Reality was something entirely different.

  “I’d sell my soul for a hot night with two men like Mike Nottingham and Seth Jacobs,” Callie said with a sigh. “Or even one of them. Sex has been virtually nonexistent in my life for, well, you know. A long time.”

  Callie stared into her margarita like a crystal ball. Abby knew she was thinking of Bobby. She slid her hand over Callie’s. “You miss him.”

  “Yeah.” Callie smiled. “It’s time to move on, though. It’s been long enough.”

  “And Bobby would kick your ass if you pined away too long,” Blair added, moving her hand on top of Abby’s and Callie’s.

  Callie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Abby knew how much Callie had loved her husband. Losing him to cancer had been a harsh blow. But Callie was one of the toughest women she knew and had weathered it well. She’d kept on going, because that’s what Bobby would have wanted her to do. But Callie was right. It had been long enough. She had to start living again.

  “So I guess you’re the only one getting any these days,” Callie said with a grin.

  Blair arched a brow. “Honey, I’m always getting some. Though I have to admit, the pickings have been rather slim lately.”

  “That’s because you keep turning down all those marriage proposals, and the ones you do accept, you dump at the altar at the last minute. If you’d just jump on Rand McKay like you should have done fifteen years ago, your sex and love woes would be taken care of,” Abby teased, knowing it would irritate Blair, but then again, Blair needed to hear it. She’d carried a torch for Rand since high school. And everyone knew it, including Rand. But for some reason, Rand was the only guy Blair refused to have anything to do with.

  “Sheriff Rand McKay is not on my radar at the moment.” Blair sniffed. “And frankly, he isn’t my type.”

  Abby looked at Callie, then turned to Blair, both of them bursting into laughter. “Not your type? Not your type? Pu-leez. He is so your type. You practically drool every time he walks by.”

  “I do not.”

  “Do, too,” Abby insisted, glad the subject had shifted to someone besides her.

  “Okay, so maybe I do need sex. Which does not by any stretch of the imagination mean that I need Rand McKay, understand?”

  “Got it,” Abby said, though she and Callie exchanged another knowing glance. Oh yeah. Blair had it bad for Rand.

  “I guess we all need a good fuck,” Blair said. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

  Abby was almost afraid to ask. Blair had “that look” in her eyes. And when Blair had that look, it meant trouble. “What does that mean?”

  “We need a bet.”

  “Oh shit,” Callie whispered.

  “Double oh shit,” Abby added.

  “Cowards. You know damn well it’s what we all need. And another round.” Blair shifted on the bench and searched the now crowded bar, frowning when she couldn’t find their waitress. “I’ll be right back. Start thinking.”

  After she left, Abby cast a desperate look at Callie. “I hate when she does this.”

  Abby nodded. “Me, too. God only knows what kind of bet she’s going to come up with. I’m too old for this shit.”

  Nevertheless, they both giggled like they had back in high school at the thought of having to endure a bet. Though frightening, they had always been fun. Blair was usually the instigator. And she was nothing if not inventive.