“In fact, I do.” I fling off the blankets and get to my feet. I’m vain enough to love the way he follows me with his gaze as I round the mattress and head for the bathroom. I stop in the doorway, knowing full well that the light frames me from the back, creating one hell of an image. “My point, dear husband, is that we’re going to seduce our sexy little Shiloh. Together.”

He goes perfectly still. “How the fuck are we going to manage that?”

We.

He says it so easily, as if us teaming up isn’t strange and borderline unnatural. Did it feel as good, as right, for him last night as it did for me? I grin. “Well, to start, you’re going to be the one to pick us up after I’m done working. Then we’re going to take our girl out for a drink and have a little fun.”

“A little fun,” he says slowly. “Monroe, has anyone ever told you that you’re fucking terrifying?”

“Only every day that ends in a Y.” I pause. This should be where I end it, but I can’t help the question that bubbles up. “You’re really going to trust me in this?”

“Considering it was you who got her into bed with us last night, I do.” Now it’s his turn to pause. “I know you care about her, so I don’t think this has to be said, but I don’t want her to do anything she doesn’t want to. I don’t want to pressure her.”

Oh, this sweet man. He makes me want to muddy him right up. “You’re right. I do care about her and I’d never pressure her into anything. We’re not going to do anything but give her a taste of what it would be like to close this triangle, so to speak.”

“Ah.”

I walk slowly to him, putting a little sway in my hips. “Would you like to know how I plan to do that?”

“Yes,” he says warily.

“You’re going to seduce her by proxy.” I wave at my body, fully enjoying the way his gaze follows the sweep of my hand. “I’m your proxy.”

“Monroe—”

“Walk and talk, husband. I have to get ready.” I turn on my heel and head into the bathroom. Broderick, of course, follows me. He’s so damn sexy as he leans against the counter and watches me get the shower going. A wave of remembered pleasure goes through me just from being in the same room as him. I’d say it’s a shame we don’t get along this well normally, but the truth is that conflict adds to the spice.

We were getting along last night.

We’re getting along right now.