“Then there’s no reason to stop.” I don’t mention Shiloh, but the possibility of her is between us all the same. Did he get off even harder last night because we were working together to get her off? I’m suddenly afraid to ask, afraid it was all in my head. It felt so good to team up with him. So good it scares me a little bit. I’ve seen this man as an opponent for so long, I don’t know how to work with him as a partner. At least outside the bedroom.

Broderick is silent for a long moment. Finally, he says, “No, there’s no reason to stop.”

I don’t breathe a sigh of relief. I have too much control for that. But… I want to. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

We sit for a long moment, long enough that things begin to feel awkward. I clear my throat. “Now that that’s out of the way, I suppose you want us to be seen together in public?”

“Yeah.”

I think about my plan last night, how well it worked. How much all three of us enjoyed ourselves. Shiloh might have rabbited out of here the first chance she got, but that doesn’t mean we have to backslide. Especially if Broderick and I are on the same page. That is such a strange concept, I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. I tap my fingers to my bottom lip. “Can I ask you a question?”

Some of the tension that bled out of his shoulders previously courses back in. “I might not answer. But sure, go ahead and ask.”

Oh, I think he will answer. I hold his gaze, searching those pretty, blue eyes. “We both know you want Shiloh.”

I can see the exact moment he decides to stop attempting to lie to me about it. He relaxes back against the bed next to me. “I guess there’s no point in denying it. You had my number down within an hour of meeting me.”

I smile a little. “Only part of it. You’re just so obvious when you look at her. I’m honestly surprised you don’t have literal hearts in your eyes. It’s cute.”

“Uh huh.” He nudges me with his elbow. “And you don’t? You go all soft and sugary sweet with her. You’re not like that with anyone else.”

He’s right. I might provoke Shiloh a bit, but she brings out a softer side of me. I grin down at him. It strikes me that we’re having yet another civil conversation, but this time I don’t point it out. “She’s been with you, what, seven years? How have you not gotten drunk and tried to kiss her even once? I don’t understand that level of restraint.”