The Natural [Answers 3] by Christelle Mirin Read Free Book Online Page A

him quickly on the lips. Without another word, she stepped around him and, grinning, walked out of the bedroom.
    Inhaling deeply, she made a beeline for the mouthwatering scent of eggs and toast. “Well, hello, you two,” she said when she entered the kitchen to find the twins seated at the table. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “Wow, a champagne breakfast? What did I do to deserve this?” She picked up the empty champagne flute from beside her plate of eggs and toast and held it up. “Who’s pouring?”
    Micah came around from behind her and pulled the bottle from the ice bucket. “That would be me.” He filled her glass, then the other three, before taking his place at the table. “Okay, everyone, I didn’t cook all of this just so it could get cold. Eat.”
    Dawn stifled a giggle and dug into her eggs. The four of them ate their breakfast together as if they did this every day of the week. They talked about the weather and the news, things that people who were comfortable with each other spoke of.
    The more time she spent with the twins and Micah, the more she felt her affection for them growing. It was unexpected and surprising—and totally thrilling. She seemed to fit right in with them, as if sharing intimacy with them was the most natural thing in the world.
    Dawn raised the glass of champagne to her lips and sipped.
    If she wanted to put a name to the feeling she had for these men, it would have to be love.
     
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    Micah took the last bit of his eggs and noticed the way Dawn was looking at him. Her eyes held a soft, faraway look as she held her champagne flute near her lips.
    He laid his fork down beside his plate, wondering what she was thinking. “Are you finished?” he asked, nodded at her empty plate.
    She blinked, as if coming out of a dream, then looked at him with the most beautiful smile. “Yes. It was very good. Thank you.”
    “Would you like to go sit on the patio? Relax a bit and have some more champagne before we start our day?” He smiled at her.
    She drew in a deep breath. “That would be nice.” She looked at Hunter and Wilder. “Let’s all go, and while we’re sipping champagne, you all can tell me a little about yourselves.”
    “Sounds good.” Wilder kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll grab another bottle. Hunter, grab the glasses, would you?”
    “I’d better go put something on,” Dawn said, tugging at the lapels of her robe.
    Micah slid his arm around her waist. “You’re beautiful just like you are.” He steered her toward the patio doors at the west end of the dining room. “It’s very private on the patio. No one will see you unless you want them to.”
    The patio doors slid open with a shush , and they stepped out onto the cement slab into the warmth of the morning air.
    Micah watched Dawn shield her eyes and look out over the desert beyond. The sun glinted off her hair, highlighting its pale strands with gold. He ached to see her standing in the early light, naked, the sun’s rays bathing her in golden hues. Micah pressed his lips together, wondering what it was about her that touched him so deeply.
    “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice soft and filled with what sounded like awe. “I didn’t realize there was nothing beyond the building except desert.” She dropped her hand and looked up at him. “You could do anything back here, and no one would see you. There’s only desert out there, and these walls hide the patio.” She gestured toward the privacy fences that ran down the sides of the patio and were attached to the building, shielding the patio from view on three sides. “Do you think I could come out here naked and not be seen?”
    Micah nodded. “Yes, you could, but why would you want to hide such a beautiful body?” He touched her shoulder then ran his hand down the length of her arm.
    Something sparked in her eyes, flashing quickly like a strobe of warning. One corner of her mouth rose in a crooked smile. “I normally