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either thing, Greer. I know right now it seems like there’s not
much to do, but there will be when Wyatt… Here, set your hand on the towel. I’m
going to use a topical numbing agent.”
    “No shot?” Thank God.
    He grinned at her. “No, sweetie. No shot.” He carefully
spread the gel over the area. “Okay, we’ll wait a couple minutes and let that
get good and numb. If my sewing is going to make you queasy, you might want to
look the other way while I do it.”
    “No, I’m good there. Just shots.”
    He nodded. “That’s okay. More people are that way than you
might suspect. Now as to what you feel like you should be doing around here?
Trust me when I tell you, there’ll be plenty to do whenever Wyatt comes to
visit. He was here for a week before we started advertising for a housekeeper
and ran Liam and me both ragged.”
    “Is he that bad?”
    Chas laughed. “No. I’m sure he’s a perfectly normal
three-year-old. We just happened to both be really busy while we were trying to
juggle our work with fitting in the needs of a little boy excited to be
spending so much time with his dad. It was his first extended visit since I
moved in.”
    Chas picked up the suture kit.
    “I won’t feel it, right?” Greer whispered.
    “Might feel a tug, but no, you shouldn’t.” He stopped,
holding the suture in a pair of tweezers. “You’ll be fine, Greer. I have the feeling
you’re a lot tougher than you think.”
    Something in his gaze reassured her. She nodded. “If you don’t
mind, I’m not going to watch.”
    He chuckled. “Not a problem. Look, if you’re worried about
things to do around here? You’re welcome to go to the barn. Do you ride?”
    “It’s been a while.”
    “Well, the horses can always use exercising. There’s a pool
out back if you want to swim…or clean it. Liam and I usually share that job,
but another hand pitching in would be okay.”
    She felt some small tugs on her finger and took a deep
breath. This was okay. It was just Chas in the bathroom, not a hospital. “Are-are
you almost done?”
    “Yep. Let me get a bandage on this. Keep it dry for a couple
of days. Liam and I will handle the kitchen cleanup. Anything you do around the
house, I want you wearing a glove, understood?”
    Greer’s throat tightened. She touched his hand with hers. “You
guys are great, you know?”
    Chas arched a brow. “Even if we are lovers?”
    Heat suffused her cheeks.
    “Does it bother you?”
    How was she supposed to answer? Yes —a lie. No, in
fact I masturbated on the bed where you probably fucked each other last night. “No.”
    He stripped off his gloves and tossed them in the trash can
along with the rest of the trash from his finger repairs. “No? That’s all you
have to say?”
    “No…I mean yes.” Greer stared at him. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s
not my business, is it?”
    His mouth firmed, the teasing light in his eyes dimmed. “No,
it’s not. But we certainly don’t want to flaunt anything that would make you
uncomfortable.”
    When he stood and started past her, Greer caught his hand. “Please.
I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s okay. Really.”
    He smiled a little absently. “You’re not to worry. Just
settle in, Greer. We want you to be happy working for us.”
    When he left, she stared in the mirror, feeling absurdly
like bursting into tears. She’d missed some opportunity, and she wasn’t sure
exactly what. When she closed her eyes again, the picture of Liam and Chas
overhead came back. Would they be there tonight, right above her own room,
their hard bodies slick and thrusting against each other?
     
    Chas was relieved when Liam wasn’t in the kitchen. Through
the window, he saw him on the patio lighting the grill. Leaving his bag on the
counter, Chas dashed up the back stairs. When he stepped inside the room he
shared with Liam, he saw the bed had been made, the clothes picked up, and he
knew if he checked the bathroom, it would be clean as