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board. It was the right place to have this conversation, and he was glad Zander felt the same way.
    “M–maybe we should go back to my place or we could go to the diner and talk. That’s a good place to talk. There won’t be many people there at this time of night.” Tessa’s nervous chatter didn’t get on his nerves like most women’s did. It was one of the reasons Tag knew she was the right one for them.
    “We need complete privacy for this conversation, baby girl,” he told her.
    “I don’t think this is a good idea, guys. Please take me home.” Tessa’s voice had changed.
    Tag looked over at her and saw that she was staring straight ahead with a blank expression on her face. Hell no. They weren’t taking her home until they had this settled. She was already pulling inside herself—away from them. Wasn’t fucking going to happen.
    Twenty minutes later they pulled down the long drive to the house they’d had built. It didn’t have a lot of furniture yet since they wanted Tessa to decorate however she wanted to, but it had enough for what they needed to do. When they pulled into the three-car garage, Tessa finally seemed to wake up from whatever trance she’d been in.
    “This is your house? It’s huge!” she said.
    Zander opened his door and helped her out. “We had it built for when we found our woman. We wanted her to be happy here.”
    Tag noticed she didn’t say anything in response to that. He made sure the garage door had securely closed then followed Zander and Tessa inside. They entered through the garage into the combination mud room and laundry room then continued through to the kitchen. The counters were a shocking black granite tile with warm wood cabinets with glass doors. The appliances were all state of the art in stainless steel and black.
    Zander led them through the in kitchen dining area to the den with its massive wall-mounted HDTV and completely wired sound system. There were shelves full of DVDs, CDs, and an ass-kicking music system that was tied into the speaker system throughout the house. He and Zander had worked long and hard to design the sound system for the place. There were two separate systems so that if Tessa didn’t like what they were listening to, she could listen to her own music in her room.
    He smiled. Her room didn’t have a bed in it. She would sleep between them, but they knew she might need her own space from time to time, so they had created a room off the master bedroom just for her. It wasn’t decorated yet since she would want to pick out her own colors and furniture, but it had built in bookshelves and cabinets so she could store her personal things there if she wanted to.
    Evidently Zander wasn’t planning to show her the entire house yet since he’d stopped in the den. Tag was all for getting everything out in the open and settled once and for all. He was tired of waiting and walking on eggshells around her.
    “It’s really nice, guys. The kitchen looked like a chef’s dream. Do either of you cook?” she asked, walking over to the shelves where she pretended to look at the DVD titles, when in fact, she was only trying to put more space between them.
    Tag walked over to stand between her and the door back into the kitchen. He saw Zander do the same with his back to the door leading to the front entrance hall. From the tight line of Tessa’s lips, she’d noticed what they were doing.
    “Have a seat, Tessa. We need to talk. No more pussyfooting around, kitten,” Zander told her.
    She started to say something, a protest, he was sure, but instead just walked over to a chair and sat down. He and Zander both grabbed a chair and slid it over in front of her so they could all see each other when they talked. This was where it was going to get tricky, especially for him. He didn’t do a lot of talking and he sure as hell didn’t talk emotions, but this was important and would require some soul-baring crap he didn’t normally do or like.
    “Tessa.