“No, not for that.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry for the past three weeks. I’ve mishandled things.”

Shiloh lets out a harsh laugh. “This is the third time you’ve apologized. You should know by now that quality matters more than quantity, Broderick.”

“Hush.” Monroe lets her head drop and gives Shiloh’s thigh a light smack. “Not everyone is as practical as we are. You have to learn to appreciate the moments when someone particularly stubborn comes around. This is two of those moments in one.”

“Who else—” Shiloh curses. “You’re talking about me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, love, I’m talking about you.” She plants a kiss on the center of Shiloh’s stomach and sits up.

The casual sexual intimacy sends a shard of jealousy through me, but it feels faint and unfocused. What if we got out of our own way and tried this? I’ve loved Shiloh for years, first as a friend, and then as something more, but she never showed the slightest indication that we were anything but friends. She matters too much to me for me to lose her completely because I want more, so I kept my feelings to myself.

But she didn’t come to this bed solely for Monroe.

I’d stake my life on it.

I’m about to stake so much more. Nerves make my voice harsh. “You said you only saw me as a friend.”

“I do.” Shiloh grabs Monroe’s wrist before she can smack her again. “Stop that.”

“Stop lying.” Monroe reverses their grip easily and brings Shiloh’s hand to her mouth to press a kiss to her wrist. “You didn’t lose control until he flipped me. Were you imaging it was you beneath Broderick?” She gives Shiloh’s hand a little shake. “Don’t lie.”

The silence stretches out long enough for it to become uncomfortable. My stomach drops, and my head goes light and fuzzy. We miscalculated. Holy fuck, we miscalculated, and now I’m going to lose everything. “Monroe—”

“Yes,” Shiloh says softly. She jerks her wrist out of Monroe’s grip. “Are you happy now? Yes, I was jealous that you got to experience that and I didn’t.”

Again, I start to shut this whole thing down, but Monroe laughs. “That’s not the only thing you were jealous of, was it?”

Shiloh looks away. “No.”

“Give us the rest, love.” When she still hesitates, Monroe lowers her voice to a sexy murmur. “Communication is hard and scary, but the rewards are more than worth the challenge. I would think your three orgasms prove that.”

“One of those was at my own hand.”