Gage, Ronna - Three Hearts One Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Ronna Gage Page A

wrong with you?” Dylan asked him.
    Jaxon stopped pacing, looked down at his shirt, and pulled it away from his skin. “I have cow blood and…stuff on me,” he pouted.
    Dylan held back the laugh Karma saw lingering under the surface. “First things first,” he stated calmly.
    Karma straightened at the second hint of the face-to-face meeting among the three of them.
    Jaxon rolled his eyes and stripped out of his shirt right in front of her and Dylan. “I’m going to borrow a T-shirt from you then,” he declared, stomping off to the master bedroom.
    Karma looked at Dylan. “How long have you two known each other?”
    Dylan tilted his head. “All our lives, I’d say. Our fathers are best friends. He and I grew up together, went to school together, dated girls on many double dates together. I’d say he’s like a brother to me.”
    Great! Just when I didn’t think I could feel any worse. The brief history of Dylan and Jaxon’s connections added to her regret. Nausea rumbled through her stomach. She watched Dylan walk to the refrigerator seemingly uncaring of how she and Jaxon knew each other.
    “Would you like something to drink?”
    Flabbergasted by his hospitality, she hesitated before answering. “Sure. I’ll have a glass of tea.”
    “ Jax ! Do you want a glass of tea?” he hollered toward the bedroom.
    “Yeah! Where the hell are the T-shirts I usually borrow?”  
    Dylan rolled his eyes and then looked at Karma. “He’s here every other day and still can’t remember where I told him I keep them.” He leaned toward the bedroom. “In the guest room!”   
    “Oh yeah! I forgot.”
    Dylan raised his hands in exaggerated mocked surprise. He looked at Karma. “He’ll forget next week.”
    Karma chuckled. She didn’t bother to hold it back. “You sound like a woman complaining about her husband, and he, well, has an uncanny ability to take things lightly. Amazing,” she said in reflex to the antics. Her mind crept onto another ulterior motive to his lightness. He didn’t really love me like he said after all.
    Jaxon walked back into the room, sat down at the end of the bar with Karma and Dylan on either side, and looked from one to the other.   “What did I miss?”
    The other two looked at him and laughed. “Nothing,” each one said.
    Once the laughter died down, they each looked at one another. More silence hung between them.
    Karma took in a tattered breath.   “Guys, I don’t know what to say. I have no excuse for the things I’ve done…” she said in some attempt to ease over the difficulty about to break between them.
    Dylan looked at Jaxon, who in turn cleared his throat. “Karma, first off, we aren’t mad at you for dating the two of us at the same time,” Jaxon assured her.
    Karma held up her hand. “How long have you two known about each other?”
    “From about the beginning. The first date you and I had together for sure,” Dylan answered.
    “I don’t understand. You were using me?” Her anger got to her, but then she realized she wasn’t innocent in this triangle. “And I used you,” she admitted softly.
    “We don’t see it as using each other,” Jaxon said. She looked up into his eyes and saw longing for her. His voice softened. “We see it as building a relationship.”
    “A relationship?” Karma hesitated to show any emotion: confusion, surprise, or otherwise. Did I step off into an alternate universe? “I don’t understand.”
    “Yes, one that is completely unorthodox—” Dylan added.
    “Not really!” Jaxon interrupted. “It’s going on all the time.”
    Dylan raised a single finger to pause Jaxon’s next comment. “I know, you’ve told me all about it.”
    “About what?” Karma asked, breaking up the debate between the two of them.
    “We.” Each man took her hand. “Karma,” Dylan said her name, and she felt the new flutters of desire. “Jaxon and I don’t doubt the way we feel about you. In fact, for the last four months, we both