Secret Temptation [The Callens 3] (Siren Publishing M?nage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe

kid. She’s not for me.”
    “You’re rich, too. What are you talking about?”
    He shrugged then finished off the rest of his beer. Blake was a bit surprised he hadn’t stormed back into the weight room, which was his safe haven. “Look. I muck stalls and take care of the horses. That’s all. She’s well educated.” He closed his mouth and widened his eyes. “I get it. You want her.”
    Blake didn’t lie to himself. “Yes, but I also like to share, and right now you’re fucking things up for me.”
    “I’ll do her if she wants.”
    He blew out a breath. “She’s not that type. I don’t see her as the one-night-stand type. She comes from a stable family where they have long, loving relationships. While she didn’t say so, I can tell she admires a man who achieves. A man who lives up to his potential.”
    Randy laughed. “What are you saying?”
    “You could be famous if you chose.”
    “You are so full of it.”
    “We both know you’re a musical genius.”
    “If I pursued music, I’d be poor and miserable.”
    He was getting nowhere with the same old conversation. “As they say, try it, you’ll like it.” He waved a hand. “I’m not worried. I have faith that April will change your mind. Mark my words, the three of us will be in a ménage relationship by year’s end.”
    Randy smiled and cocked a brow. “You going to put a wager on that?”
    “Resistance is futile, my friend. Just name your price.”
     

Chapter Six

 
    The next day, April paced her empty apartment. She stopped, and with her arms wide, spun around. “It’s mine!”
    Now that her midterm was over, she could focus on her independence. She wouldn’t hear the test result until next week, but after class, she and Darlene had discussed their answers, and she felt confident she’d done well.
    She walked into the kitchen and ran her hand over shiny countertops. She’d miss her mom’s cooking and having meals with her folks, but it was time she got a place of her own. Her two brothers, Ian and Max, who lived on the other side of the property, had helped move her boxes over from the house this morning. Now all she needed was furniture.
    As she was trying to imagine what she needed, the doorbell rang. So excited to greet her first visitor, she almost tripped over a box. Once she composed herself, she pulled open the door.
    Blake held a bottle of wine and handed it to her. “A housewarming gift.”
    “That is so thoughtful. Thank you.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.
    He didn’t say anything for a second, and she thought maybe she’d overstepped her bounds. When he touched his cheek and smiled, she knew things between them would only get better.
    “I brought a tape measure so we can see what furniture will fit.” He pulled out his iPhone. “I’ll measure the rooms and save the dimensions.”
    The man thought of everything. “Great.”
    “I can see you need a lot.”
    “That I do.” Besides a bed and a sofa, she could use a dining room table and some chairs.
    He spent the next ten minutes stepping off each room. Since the whole apartment was less than eight hundred square feet, it didn’t take long before he was done.
    He shoved the tape measure back in his pocket. “Tell me about your style.”
    Her style. Did she even have a style? “I think you know I want something warm and cozy. Things don’t have to match. They just have to be comfortable.”
    “In other words, the opposite of my place.”
    She scrunched up her nose. “Kind of, but I didn’t mean I didn’t like your place. It’s just that it isn’t—”
    He held up a hand and chuckled. “No offense taken. You ready to navigate the world of furniture buying?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Their first stop was Pier 1 Imports. She loved that store. “How about if we split up? We can cover more that way.”
    He tapped her on the head. “Good thinking. We’ll reconvene in fifteen minutes.” He furrowed his brows. “How does that sound,