Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Willa Edwards Read Free Book Online Page A

sure she’d be all right with sharing her partner if the roles were reversed. But being shared was a whole different ball game.
    Dell walked back triumphantly into the room and deposited the water on the table. She took a long deep gulp. The plastic hotel cup crinkled in her grip, but the clear, cool liquid managed to remove most of the horrible gator water taste. “Thank you,” she whispered, placing the cup back on the table.
    Dell only smiled, not needing any more recognition.
    Marcos walked to a silver bucket filled with ice and an already popped bottle. He poured golden liquid into a flute glass, handing her the glass with excitement. “Here, this is what a beautiful woman deserves.”
    She took a tentative sip. After the horror of the gator water, she wasn’t ready to jump headfirst into any drink. Dry and sinful, the champagne hit all the right taste buds, fizzling along her tongue. “That’s fantastic.”
    “Cuvée Belle Epoque Rosé, one of my favorites.”
    Beth swallowed her next sip in shock. She’d met few men who knew enough about champagne to have a favorite. But she didn’t know many gay men that wanted to spend the night with a woman, so maybe she shouldn’t be surprised Marcos was different. He appeared to be different in so many ways that she thanked god for.
    “It’s my business to know the best.” He smiled up at her, reading the question in her eyes. “I’m a wine importer.”
    “That’s how we met.” Dell wrapped his hand around Marcos’s neck, giving him a light squeeze. Her stomach sank at the intimate caress, jealousy zipping through her system.
    “One of my clients was interested in investing in a vineyard but wanted to try the product before he bought. A friend hooked me up with Marcos, and the rest is history.”
    Beth nodded, pulling three fries covered with cheese, sour cream, and tomatoes from the plate and popping them into her mouth. She bit back a moan as she chewed, the creamy cheese, salty fries, and sweet-spicy tomatoes. Heaven on her tongue.
    “What do you do, Dell?”
    “I’m an investment broker. But I got sick of dealing with just stocks, so I branched out into other businesses as well. Restaurants, vineyards, real estate.”
    “Variety is the spice of life.” Marcos smiled at his partner. The intimacy between them apparent, making her feel like an intruder in their quiet moment.
    “What of you, bella ?” Marcos reached over, rested his hand on her knee, his warm palm comforting and compelling. “How do you spend your days?”
    “I’d guess something artistic.” Dell smiled at her, his sky eyes shining. “She’s a fantastic artist. She used to draw the best bowls of fruit you’ve ever seen.” He spoke to Marcos, but winked at her as he did.
    Beth chuckled, a little of the tightness in her chest loosening. “Not exactly. I was working with a design firm in Providence.” She looked down at the floor, the embarrassment flooding her system. “But right now I’m working as a waitress at my sister’s bar.”
    Dell’s gaze narrowed, and he shook his head. “I can’t believe that. After all you talked about escaping here. How Snowedin was a one-horse skiing town, with no culture.”
    She shrugged her shoulders, trying to push back the pain with them. Her eyes trained down on the carpet. “I didn’t have much choice. When you lose your job and leave your fiancé, you don’t have a lot of options besides coming home.” She shoved three more fries in her mouth to keep herself from saying anything else. This night was so going so well, despite their initial complications, and she didn’t want to mar it with her sad story. So much of her life was filled with a sad retelling of that night, even if it was only in her mind. Tonight was supposed to be her night to escape all that, to merely enjoy and not be burdened with pity. But so far tonight had turned out quite differently than she had imagined, so it only made sense it would be different on this