Love Under Three Titans by Cara Covington Read Free Book Online

them.
    Richard shook his head. “We don’t want to scare you. We’re not talking about a forever kind of thing, here. We just want to explore this, whatever it is happening between us. We don’t want to leave you alone, either. Unless, of course, you can tell us here and now that you don’t feel it, that you’re not interested in what’s happening here, that you don’t want to find out what it could be.”
    Maggie’s heart pounded in her chest. They’d very deftly put the ball where it belonged, in her court. The brothers Benedict were letting her know that whatever happened next—or didn’t happen next—was completely up to her.
    “I can’t tell you that. You know I’m drawn to all three of you. I just don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know what comes next.”
    “That’s easy, love.” Richard brought her hand to his lips again and kissed it. “What comes next is we help you set up your B and B. Think of us as your own personal staff. What do you need to do first?”
     

Chapter 4
    Maggie was reeling from the effects of Hurricane Benedict, and never mind that they didn’t usually get those kinds of storms in this part of Texas. Had she been foolish enough, that first night, to take the bet that once she was rested she wouldn’t want them? Ha. She thought that might be what they referred to on the boardwalk in Atlantic City as a sucker bet.
    The brothers Benedict surrounded her and kept her so off-balance that she honestly didn’t know if she was coming or going—and certainly never had a chance to fight her attraction to them.
    As if you really wanted a chance to do that .
    At the moment they were standing, all four of them, in a corner of a huge warehouse looking at bedroom furniture. They’d originally come here so she could see if there was anything that would suit the front parlor.
    She wasn’t at all sure she understood how, then, they came to be looking at bedroom suites .
    “So it’s down to this cherry wood set and the oak set, right, love?”
    When Maggie just stared at Richard, he continued, “Of course if you would really rather go into Houston and go shopping for a brand-new bedroom set, we can do that, too. Whatever you want, Maggie. Just name it.”
    They’d each been saying a version of that— whatever you want, Maggie —since they’d picked her up that morning. Trouble was, Maggie didn’t know what the hell she wanted. She was beginning to suspect the brothers Benedict had decided that what she wanted was what they wanted.
    Damned if they probably weren’t absolutely right.
    Maggie looked around at her surroundings. If she hadn’t known better she’d have sworn that she was already in a furniture store—a big-box store that had everything anyone would need to furnish a house, right down to sets of pots and pans, linens, and dishes.
    She’d awakened that morning thinking that when the brothers arrived to pick her up, they were going to carry on from the day before, measuring, making lists, and scoping out the guest rooms in the new B and B. And they did do that, sort of. But somehow, in the process of marking items off her “to do” list, she’d mentioned the idea she had for the parlor, and the next thing she’d known, they were here.
    She had picked out some wonderful furniture for that room, so that the only thing she had to actually go hunting for was a chess table and matching chairs.
    Now they were looking at the bedroom suites, not for the guest bedrooms, mind you, but for the master bedroom. Somehow, they’d decided that that beautiful, huge suite on the ground floor of the house should be the one bedroom not available to guests. They’d also talked her into moving out of Adam, Jake, and Ginny’s house. Today!
    She’d had no idea when she arose this morning she’d be moving into the elegant Victorian on Park Lane quite so soon. But this idea, at least, really was a sound one. Her hosts had barely gotten together when she’d become their