Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Tyler Page B

wearing black to mourn the sad state of your social life. Then it’s perfectly acceptable. You know, I still think you sent yourself those flowers.”
    Luckily the minute hand on the clock directly across from the circulation desk hit twelve, signaling the end of her shift. “Gotta go, Heather.”
    “What’s the rush?” Heather asked innocently. “Big date?” She snickered, not bothering to hide it behind her hand. If only Heather knew the truth.
    Marla’s little red compact was sitting in the fire truck parking zone, and Lindsay bit her lip, imagining the lecture Liam would be giving Marla about that. She slipped into the car, grimacing when a gust of icy wind fought with her as she struggled to pull the door closed. “God, I hate winter,” Lindsay muttered, finally winning the battle and slamming the door.
    Marla put the car in drive and squealed away before Lindsay was buckled up. “Bylaw officer was coming around,” she explained when Lindsay looked at her. “And don’t complain about the weather. At least you have two big hunks to keep you warm.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t be Canadian if I didn’t complain about the weather. It’s either too cold in the winter or too hot in the summer. But, it’s the humidity that’s the real problem,” Lindsay joked, spouting off the standard southern Ontario answer to everything.
    Marla chuckled and swerved to avoid a pothole. “Greek or Thai?” she asked.
    “Actually, they are Japanese and Québécoise,” Lindsay shot back, tongue in cheek.
    “Yeah, yeah, rub it in. By the way, why are you here with me instead of in bed with them?”
    “Greek,” Lindsay said before answering the real question. “And I don’t know. I don’t know what to do about anything.”
    Lindsay could practically feel Marla’s curiosity rolling off her, but her friend didn’t say a word, not until they had parked and were seated in the small restaurant anyway. At least Marla waited until Lindsay had a generous glass of wine in her hand. “Okay, Linds. Spill it.”
    Lindsay was mortified to feel the tears begin to well in her eyes. She swiped at her eyes angrily. She never cried, not since her mom left and her dad took to ignoring her. But then she had never been this conflicted either. “Oh, Marl,” she whispered. “I’ve only known Nick and Liam for a few days, but I already know that I could fall in love with them so quickly. So easily.”
    “What’s so bad about that?” Marla patted Lindsay’s hand in a motherly fashion as she dug into her huge purse for a Kleenex. Handing over the whole pack, Marla continued to stare at her with sympathy.
    Lindsay mopped at her eyes and dabbed her nose. She wasn’t a pretty crier and really didn’t feel like breathing through a stuffy nose if she could help it. She took a deep breath and held it until she had herself under control again. “There’s nothing bad about it specifically, I guess. But Heather said some stuff today that reminded me how damaging gossip can be. I can’t imagine what she would say or do if she ever found out I was thinking of becoming part of a ménage relationship.”
    Snorting through her nose, Marla nearly choked on her lemon water. “I hate to tell you, sweetie, but you already are a part of that relationship.”
    Lindsay thought about that for a few moments and silently acknowledged that she had indeed become part of a ménage. “It’s not necessarily permanent though.”
    “Girl, are you telling me that you would give up those two tall pieces of living, breathing man-art?”
    Well, when she put it like that, no. “But what am I going to do?”
    Marla played with her straw, swirling the lemon wedge around in the icy water. “Let me ask you one thing. If you keep seeing them, what is the worst that can happen?”
    A myriad of possibilities ran through her head. Someone could invent a reason to fire her. Blackball her. All her hard work, all those years in school, would be for nothing. But as bad as