Dawn, Dakota - Blessed Times Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dakota Dawn

you two that way? Do they?” Please say no, please say no, Branda chanted in her mind. She truly didn’t want to have to give them up. They were special to her. She wanted them to belong to her and her alone.
    Troy’s eyes darted around the pub. “Give me a minute to find a test subject. Preferably one without a male in tow. I’d hate to go to work with a black eye tomorrow.”
    Arms slid around Gaven’s waist, and a squeal sounded behind him. With a big grin, he turned in the arms that held him then thoroughly kissed the redhead that had him trapped in her embrace.
    Trey uttered, “Subject found.”
    Troy agreed. “It seems to be so. What do you think, Gaven?”
    Hearing his name, Gaven pulled back. “What?”
    “Troy needs a female wrist to prove the point to Branda. Mind if he uses your little lady?” Trey asked with an amused tone.
    Gaven looked at the redhead. “Marla, do you mind doing my buddies a small favor? All he wants to do is kiss the inside of your wrist to prove a point to his girlfriend. Are you game?”
    “I guess. When do you want to do it?” Marla questioned.
    Taking her wrist, Gaven handed it to Troy. “Right now.”
    Troy bent over her wrist and put a licking kiss on it.
    Nothing physically happened.
    Branda wanted to jump for joy.
    Trey smirked at Branda. “Point proven, amore mio .”
    Troy dipped his head slightly toward Marla. “Thanks for the help. It is much appreciated.”
    “No problem,” Marla answered, but looked at Gaven questioningly.
    He just smiled. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Now let’s celebrate.”
    Their group of five moved to a round table after Gaven got Marla a drink.
    At the table, Branda watched Trey and Troy razz Gaven unmercifully. She suspected they championed sports teams he disliked on purpose. At one point, Gaven asked where Trent was. When Troy said his little brother was out of the country, Gaven grumbled about his ally being too damned far away. Troy explained that Trent almost always agreed with Gaven when it came to sports.
    Taking pity on the blond giant, Branda changed the subject. “I love your place. It looks like business is going well.”
    Grabbing onto her lifeline, with a last glare at Trey and Troy, who smiled at him in return, Gaven answered, “Business is great.” Looking at Troy and Trey, he added, “By the way, you guys are officially off the hook. The staff did a great job tonight, and Marshall, the assistant manager, has now put in enough training hours that I believe he can just about handle anything. Thanks for helping out.”
    A ruckus broke out at the bar.
    Gaven calmly got up. “Please continue to enjoy yourselves. I’ll be back in a moment.” He strode from the table.
    All eyes watched him.
    Two men were fighting over keys with what seemed to be a drunken friend. The drunken man was starting to get out of control.
    Without a word, Gaven quietly slipped up behind the drunk, slid his arm around the man’s neck, and applied pressure. Within a minute the man slumped against Gaven. A not-so-handsome man stepped in and retrieved the man’s car keys and handed them to one of the man’s friends.
    Gaven motioned one of his bouncers over to help them get the unconscious man out of the pub and into one of his friends’ car.
    Gaven watched them drag the man out of the pub then turned to the slightly ugly man and signaled for him to follow. Both men headed for the table.
    Seeing all eyes on him, he apologized. “Sorry about that. It happens occasionally anywhere you serve alcohol. Branda, Marla, I’d like you to meet Marshall, my assistant manager. Now where were we? Oh yes, business is good.” Looking at Branda, Gaven continued, “Your centerpieces went over very well. Would you be interested in working with me on a party I have booked in three weeks? Your centerpieces would be great.”
    Still a little shocked over how quickly and calmly he’d taken the drunk out, it took her