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works for the police as an artist.”
    “The two of you are related?”
    “Feels like it. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Though what he wanted was far different than the simple friendship of their
growing-up years.
    “Don’t worry about your stuff,” he told her. “I’ll grab it.”
    He needed a minute to get himself under control. Just
because he was mostly convinced that Grandma M had seen something and was the
reason Bulldog had arranged for the three of them to spend a lot of time
together, didn’t mean working out the kinks was going to come easy.
    His cock pulsed, putting kinks and coming together, and
warning him that if he wasn’t careful, he’d do the second thing far too easily
and probably in an embarrassing manner.
    He opened his door at the same time Madison pushed hers
outward. “For the record, Tyler’s unattached.”
    Madison stopped, halfway out of the Jeep.
    Why was he telling her that?
    She looked back at Shane, tried to get a read on him, but
for the first time since meeting him, he wore a poker face.
    Was this his way of saying, no strings, no complications,
she was free to do what she wanted? Or his way of saying he was interested in a
threesome?
    Her pulse quickened. Her eyes probed his but he maintained
the poker face.
    “Thanks for telling me that, I think.”
    What else could she say?
    She got the rest of the way out of the Jeep and shut the
door, going ahead of him to meet Tyler on her own—and she was attracted.
    He might be an artist, but with his long blond hair and blue
eyes, he looked like art, his sharper facial angles making her think of the gay
manga Elijah used to love, the images they’d lie naked together looking at,
talking about.
    Tyler’s hand was warm against hers. His voice, when he
introduced himself, was the smooth burn of whiskey, sliding downward and making
her aware of the empty place in her heart that’d been left by Elijah’s death,
by the loss of a dream that didn’t have anything to do with music.
    “You okay with dogs?” Tyler asked. “I’m guessing Bulldog
didn’t warn you about my girls.”
    “He didn’t, but it’s not a problem. I love dogs. What are
yours?”
    “Dachshunds, thanks to a case Lyric took on. You meet her
yet?”
    “Heard about her. According to Shane, she has a little
trouble staying inside the lines.”
    Tyler laughed. “That’s Lyric, not that Shane’s any better. Come
on and I’ll introduce you to my girls. Kiki’s the black one. Daisy is the red
dapple.”
    They entered the house.
    Shane breathed a sigh of relief.
    Fuck, this was going to be torture.
    He’d underestimated the impact of seeing Madison and Tyler
together, close enough that a quick mental strip and shove and their bodies were
flush in his imagination.
    He could get off just watching the two of them go at it.
Same as he could get off being watched, if Tyler was the one doing the
watching. Or Madison.
    And the thought of all three of them—
    Yeah. That was a fantasy he wasn’t going to be able to
shake. That was a fantasy to take with him into the shower for a little
hand-held relief when he got home.
    If he paid Grandma Maguire a visit, would she tell him she’d
had a vision starring him with Tyler and Madison?
    Probably not unless he was willing to lay some cards on the
table first.
    Heat crept up his neck thinking about even trying to have that conversation. Not that he really needed to. He had to trust himself on this
one.
    He grabbed Madison’s guitar and carry-on, got to the front
door and toed it open, suppressing a groan at finding Madison crouched, her
mouth not nearly far enough away from the bulge in Tyler’s jeans to keep his
mind from going there.
    Kiki and Daisy were delivering cheek licks, making Madison
laugh and pull them onto her thighs, though they wriggled too much to actually
hold.
    Seeing her like that carved more openings in his heart,
leaving half of them feeling empty while filling the other half with