Gregg shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“I think she does. She just had to process everything. We pretty much put her through the ringer, Greg. She wasn’t able to think when you asked her earlier. She’d just woken up from passing out after sex. That had to be a little bit disorienting.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Greg sighed. “You really think she’s going to trust us enough to mind us?”
“About her safety, yeah. I foresee a lot of arguments in our future on everything else, though. She’s very independent and used to doing things her way. It’s going to take patience.”
Greg shook his head. Most of the patience would be coming from him. Steven had plenty of it. He wasn’t so sure that Janet was too long on patience, either. The two of them were going to be at odds an awful lot.
“Come on to bed, man. If she wakes up and both of us are gone, we’re going to lose what little ground we’ve gained.”
“I’m right behind you.” Greg followed Steven out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Janet lay sprawled out across the bed almost sideways. He grinned. She was going to be one problem after another, but hell to live without. He already found himself caring about her a lot more than he had anticipated. No doubt Steven was well on his way to falling in love.
Shaking his head, he grinned across the bed at Steven and they carefully scooted her back toward the middle so that they could climb in bed next to her. She grumbled and frowned in her sleep but didn’t open her eyes. Even when the bed dipped on either side of her, she didn’t wake up. Yep, they had worn her out. Maybe that was the answer to most of their problems—wear her out every night so that she was too tired to get into trouble the next day. He couldn’t help smiling at that thought. It wasn’t practical and would never fly with Janet. She’d figure it out in a second.
With that last thought, he snuggled up closer to her and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
* * * *
Steven stretched and yawned the next morning before turning over to see that he was in the bed with Greg and Janet was nowhere to be seen. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He hated it when a woman left them in bed together. It just wasn’t right. He kicked the mattress.
“Get up, Greg. Janet is already up. We need to see where she is.”
“What?” The other man rubbed his eyes and sat up looking around.
“Come on. We need to get dressed and see where she’s gotten off to.”
Greg cursed and climbed out of bed, grabbing his jeans as he headed for the bathroom. Steven sighed. He should have waited to wake him up until he’d had the bathroom first. Instead, he dressed and then took his turn before following Greg downstairs to look for Janet. For her sake, he hoped she hadn’t gone outside alone.
They found her in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee with breakfast sizzling on the stove. She smiled when they walked in, and then frowned at the intense expression on Greg’s face.
“What?”
“Um, nothing. We just didn’t know where you were.” Greg tried to cover up the anxiety that had probably bled through in the looks on their faces.
She cocked her head and started to say something, but she changed her mind and stood up instead.
“Breakfast is about ready. I hope you like steak and potatoes. It’s going to take me some time to get used to cooking with what we have. We’re having currick again to replace the potatoes.”
Steven pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She turned startled green eyes up at him. He guessed she really hadn’t expected him to show affection outside of the bedroom. She wasn’t a virgin by any means, but she acted as if no one had ever shown her any love before.
Greg smiled and assured her that whatever she cooked would be fine with them.
“We’re not picky. We’re used to living off our own cooking and neither one of us can cook worth a damn.”
Steven let her go and