Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe

reason why they hadn’t contacted her. Damn . She so hated indecisiveness.
    Trish, her fellow server, sidled up next to her. “You okay?”
    “Yes, why?”
    “Because Alexandre has been waving at you for almost a minute and you haven’t moved.”
    She broke out her best smile. “I was just remembering how happy my mom was when I gave her the painting. I must have been in a daze.” Trish had seen both the original photo and the finished product, so she hoped she’d understand.
    “It was an awesome present. I’m glad she liked it.”
    Julia was glad she’d covered so well. She went over to the bar to see what Alexandre wanted. “You need me?” She’d already taken care of her three tables. It was Sunday night and the place was dead. Even the mechanical bull looked lonely.
    “Forgot to tell you two men called and asked about you.”
    Her traitorous heart lurched. “Breck and Daven Sang?”
    He smiled. “Those are the ones. You want me to give them your number so they can call you directly.”
    “No.” That came out too fast. So that’s why they hadn’t contacted her. They didn’t know her number. Duh .
    After seeing how her fathers had to leave the birthday party prematurely and realizing they could be called on to fight at any time, she was more convinced than ever that getting involved with Panther Cove men was just plain dumb.
    “Okay.”
    They knew where she worked apparently, so if something important had happened, they could find her here.
    Despite knowing she wouldn’t have a relationship with them, she couldn’t keep her mind from reliving the mind-blowing sex. She’d never seen two men more well-endowed nor had she been in bed with men who knew how to bring out every lustful gene in her body.
    Trish rushed up to her. “I know they’re sitting in your section, but I’ll take one of your shifts if you let me serve them.”
    It took a second for Trish’s comment to sink in. She looked up and her blood pressure soared. It was Breck and Daven grinning like fools. “That’s okay. We’re friends.”
    She should have let Trish wait on them, but knowing those two, they would have called her over anyway.
    “Those aren’t the two you met when you were visiting your mom are they?”
    Good thing she hadn’t given Trish any details. The whole town would have known about their affair. “Yes.”
    “You go, girl. They’re majorly hot.”
    “Shh.” The last thing she needed was for them to catch her gossiping about them. They’d think she was bragging about their adventure or something.
    Since their gazes were focused solely on her, she had to go over. It was no big deal. Then why are your palms sweating?
    As if they were just two more customers, she pranced over to them. “Hey, guys.” She lifted her pad and pen. “What can I get you?” From the way their cheeks sagged that wasn’t the reception they expected.
    Breck seemed to compose himself first. “You said you’d show us Devil’s Peak. We’re free tomorrow, and the weather is supposed to be great. Can you make it?”
    Rock climbing was one of her favorite pastimes. It would just be for a few hours, and she since she never climbed alone, this would give her a chance to go. “I have tomorrow off, so sure.”
    Both smiles reached their eyes. “How about if we pick you up at nine tomorrow morning?”
    She wasn’t ready for them to find out where she lived, though if they really wanted to know, they could ask Hunter, Derek, or her fathers for that matter. “How about if I meet you by the statue in Panther Cove.”
    They glanced at each other. “Sure.” Breck seemed to exchange some mental communication with his brother. “We thought we’d toss a tent in the car in case we want to spend the night.”
    “Devil’s peak is only a two-hour hike in from the road, so there’s no need. The mountain is just an hour’s drive.”
    Daven leaned back. “We’ll bring a tent with us anyway.”
    “It might be too cold to camp. At that