Triple Dog Dare [Triple Trouble 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton

“Everyone together in one room. All we need is Blackie, Callie, Wally, and the rest.”
    “Who are—never mind,” Elain said. “I don’t want to know.”
    “How are Blackie and Callie?” Brodey asked. “I haven’t talked to him in a couple of months. How do they like living up in Maine?”
    “They’re doing good. He went with us to Brussels. I sent him back to Maine when we landed in Florida tonight. We’ll see him soon enough.” Lina offered a smile to Elain. “Prepare for craziness to ensue.”
    “Who is Blackie, again? And I thought we were already in Crazy Town,” Elain shot back. “If it gets any crazier, I think I’ll need to be sedated.”
    “Oh, no, this isn’t crazy,” Lina said with a broad grin. “This is just the intermission.” Her smile faded and she looked at Brodey. “Fat Boy’s back.” She tipped her head toward Elain. “He’s already seen her. At least once. I had a vision about it.”
    Elain closed her eyes and wearily rubbed her forehead. “Who is Fat Boy? And what visions?”
    “He’s an older guy,” Lina said. “It’s a long, long story. He’s the guy we were telling you about earlier, the one who helped kill Kael’s family.”
    “Do I even want to know anything else?” Elain opened her eyes again. “I’m beginning to think maybe I’m better off not knowing.”
    “Wait a minute,” Brodey said. “When did he see Elain?”
    “Cail took Elain shopping at a farm supply store.” Lina looked at him. “You two were in the parking lot, petting a horse in a stock trailer.”
    Cail nodded. “Yeah. A couple of weeks ago.”
    “He was standing across the street and watched you two.”
    Elain spoke before thinking. “You mean Mr. Creepy?”
    All three of her men looked at her and spoke together. “Who’s Mr. Creepy?”
    Elain felt her face redden. “Oops.”
    Ain cleared his throat. “Is there anything else you want to tell us, Elain?”
    She shook her head. “Um, no, I think that’s all.”
    “How many times have you seen this Mr. Creepy?” Ain asked.
    “Oh. Um, the night we went to the steakhouse and I saw him.” She pointed at Liam. “We went to Publix after dinner to get groceries. I saw Mr. Creepy there. I also think I saw him when Cail and I went to the diner once.”
    “And,” Ain said, “just why didn’t you tell us that before now?”
    She grew defensive. “Because I was afraid you’d flip out. Like you’re doing now.”
    “I’m not flipping out!”
    “Yeah, but you want to keep me locked up now for my safety, don’t you?”
    He didn’t answer.
    “See? You can’t do that.”
    His face darkened. “Watch me.”
    She jabbed a finger at him. “You try edicting me like that, and you’ll have one unhappy mate on your hands, buster.”
    They glared at each other for a few seconds before Ain gave in first with an unhappy sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me yet, you know that? Please, let’s discuss this and figure out a way to keep you safe.”
    Lina cleared her throat. “If y’all are done, can we get back to him?” She pointed at Liam.
    Liam had quietly sat and listened to the exchange. He’d looked back and forth from Elain to Carla. Elain felt a little guilty, like she should be showering him with affection and attention. Quite honestly, she felt too numb to do any of that at this time. Like she was several steps behind everyone else in absorbing all the new facts they’d learned in the past couple of hours.
    She also had some questions for her mom, but those could wait. Her brain could only handle so much at one time.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cail carefully watched Elain. He suspected she was near or at the breaking point. He couldn’t blame her. He’d nearly reached it himself.
    “Let’s stop for a moment,” he suggested. “I want to hear Liam’s story.”
    All eyes swiveled to the newcomer.
    Liam swallowed. “Well,” he softly said in his Irish brogue, “where do ye want me to begin?”
    “Begin where you