Something Sparked-nook by Mari Carr

wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. While they were putting on quite a show, there was only one person in the audience she cared about. As she accepted Diego’s kisses, she imagined Luc sitting at the table, his attention riveted.
    Did he feel any jealousy at all or was this exciting for him? The concept of two men sharing a woman felt so foreign to her and yet, she felt the heart-thumping, pussy-pounding pull of it.
    She gasped at the thought and jerked away. Diego frowned, but didn’t try to force her back.
    This was why she avoided these situations. She knew where this was leading. And it wasn’t somewhere she’d ever go.
    Diego’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her face too closely. He was too adept at reading her expressions. It made it so much harder to hide.
    She started to walk off the floor, toward the door and escape. She’d call Macie to come pick her up. She’d go home, crawl under the covers and stay there until she found a way to forget she’d ever thought this night was a good idea.
    Diego gripped her upper arm, halting her before she managed to take three steps away from him.
    Then Luc appeared in front of her. He had been watching. He’d seen it all. “Going somewhere?”
    “I think we’ve accomplished our goal. Shattered the image of Nervous Nettie once and for all. I appreciate the help, but I really need to—”
    “Stop.” Diego’s arm had snaked around her waist from behind, holding her tightly. His breath was hot in her ear.
    Jeannette was fighting a strong impulse to stomp on his foot and run. She didn’t want them to see her fall apart, but that was definitely where she was headed. Hot tears burned the back of her eyes and bile rose to her throat.
    They wanted to have sex with her. She didn’t do that. Couldn’t do that.
    “Luc, go settle up the tab and grab Jeannette’s purse. We’ll wait in the truck.”
    Luc nodded and walked off in search of the waitress.
    “Slow and easy, angel.” Diego stepped to her side, but he kept a firm grip on her waist as he propelled her toward the exit.
    Somehow she made it to the truck on rubber legs. Once Diego had her inside the vehicle, the doors closed, she realized she was panting loudly.
    “It’s okay, Jeannette.”
    She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. She’d made a complete ass of herself. Had she really believed she could go out with them and remain detached? Unaffected? She had become a master at stifling her sexual urges for years, but the truth was, she’d never really been tempted. Men gave her a wide berth, so it was easy, untested.
    She jumped when Luc opened the passenger door and climbed in. “Shit, Jeannette,” he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    Jeannette kept her eyes forward, refusing to glance left or right. She couldn’t bear to see the confusion—or worse, the pity—in their expressions. “Can you just take me home?”
    Diego started the truck, but didn’t put it in reverse. “Put on your seat belt, angel.”
    His words were gentle, as if he were speaking to a child or a lunatic, which wasn’t too far from the truth. She buckled the belt, relieved when he shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.
    Mercifully, neither man attempted to make conversation. She could feel them both glancing at her from time to time and she could only imagine what was going through their heads. She kept herself calm by counting down the minutes until they would arrive at her house and she could get the hell away from them.
    She had the seat belt unbuckled before Diego turned into her driveway and she was fully prepared to claw her way out of the truck if need be. Once Diego put the vehicle in park and shut off the engine, Luc opened the door and stepped down.
    She intended to jump to the ground, but Luc was there, his hands lightly grasping her waist as he lifted her out and set her to her feet. She couldn’t help but notice how quickly he released her. There was no