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while the hostess stared slack-jawed.  
    Yeah, judging from the expression on her face, she was jealous. I’d have been, too.
    The table she seated us at was slightly awkward, but we made it work. There weren’t any booths that I could see, so we sat with the boys on one side and me on the other, facing them. I just knew they were going to get into trouble across from me, and I shot them a look that politely requested they behave. As if they’d listen. Not even ten minutes after we sat, someone was trying to play footsie. I couldn’t be upset, though. It was fun and light and easy and playful—so many things that had been lacking from every previous relationship I’d been in.
    Once the adorable waitress took our drink orders, we all sat forward a bit.
    Eyeing my menu, I said, “I’m ravenous.”
    “Me too.” I looked up and Noah was waggling his eyebrows. I almost smacked him with my menu, but then I remembered we were in a fine dining establishment.  
    “Keep it in your pants, please? Just for the next few hours, anyway…” Jay said, making us all laugh.
    “Okay, gentlemen, I’m going to order the steak. How about you guys?”
    “I should have known.” Jay rolled his eyes. “Such a meat-eater.”
    My guffaw could be heard around the restaurant.
    “Perv,” Jonathan said. “I just meant maybe you should enjoy a vegetable or two sometimes.”
    “Oh, I’m getting a baked potato, too. Those count, right?” I asked, scanning the menu.
    When the waitress reappeared, she took our dinner orders, poured the bottle of red we’d ordered, then left us alone.  
    My hands moved to the center of the table and theirs joined in, fingertips tracing smooth skin and lacing together. I was glad we were in the corner of a darker part of the restaurant where people wouldn’t really be watching us. Although holding hands wasn’t too risqué, it was enough for me in that moment. Anxiety crept up my spine despite our seclusion, but I kept fighting it back.  
    “How was the rest of your week?” I asked them.
    Noah spoke first. “Busy, but that’s good for me. Nothing I can’t handle.”
    “I have no doubt that you can handle whatever comes your way, big boy,” I said, laughing.
    “Mine was boring. Same shit, different week. You should have seen the vultures fighting over your office, by the way.”
    I groaned, imagining the two junior associates left stuck in cubes duking it out. “I bet.”
    My entire body relaxed, shoulders shifting and muscles softening. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. While I sipped my wine, I looked across the table at my dinner companions. It wasn’t an awkward silence at all, just a pause to soak in such marvelous company. There were comfortable smiles all around.
    “So what’s on the agenda this weekend?” I asked.
    They looked at me like I’d grown two heads. When I realized what likely was on the agenda, my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.   “Erm. Aside from the obvious.”  
    “We thought perhaps a movie tomorrow night?” Jay said, not quite asking, but not quite telling. “Then maybe we can grab brunch on Sunday morning. Nothing too exciting. Tonight, though, you’re all ours.” The smirk on his face and the way he looked at me told me all I needed to know; it was going to be a long night in the best of ways.
    “Sounds perfect,” I said, giving them my best anticipatory grin.
    It felt like a normal date, aside from the fact that there were three of us. When dessert arrived, of course, Noah was the most critical. I loved watching him lift the fork of chocolate soufflé to his mouth, and then slide it out carefully. His face contorted, flying through emotions as he evaluated and really tasted his food. It was like watching a marathon runner cross the finish line, a wide and wicked grin on his face as he swallowed—satisfied and accomplished.
    Of course, it was sexy, too, as I’d seen almost an identical expression on his face in a much more private