immediately process what she was seeing. The lights had been dim enough in their living room she’d even considered the possibility that she was misreading the situation. But it became crystal clear they weren’t playing a new version of Twister when they’d put the woman on her knees and Graham settled behind her while Matt stationed himself in front of the female. Even without the benefit of twenty-twenty vision, Dani saw a whole new side to her neighbors she sure as hell hadn’t been expecting. Every square inch of Dani had been hot and tingly by the time the woman ducked out the door, barely able to walk straight and a goofy grin on her face.
Certain that they’d somehow know what a perverted snoop she was, Dani hadn’t been able to look Graham and Matt in the eye for an entire week. She’d gotten over her guilty conscious soon enough, but the impromptu peep shows provided by her neighbors and their lady friends proved to be a rare treat. Still, spying on them was one thing. Joining in the action? That would be a hell to the no. She needed to be a responsible role model for Erin. And floozying it up with Graham and Matt in a three-way fling sure as hell wouldn’t accomplish that.
Besides, she wasn’t cut out for the whole one night stand scenario. And that’s all it would be with her hunky neighbors...one sweaty, sinful night sandwiched between two smoking hot men who stared at her like they wanted to spend the entire evening setting her bedsheets on fire.
Totally unproductive thought. Gulping, she tore her focus from Graham and Matt and slunk back inside the house. Snicking the door closed, she thunked her forehead against the whitewashed wood grain. Why must fate be such a devious bitch? Florida was full of retirees. Why couldn’t her neighbors be a pair of old coots who owned a closetful of lime green Bermuda shorts and compression socks?
Grumping under her breath, she detoured to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of iced tea from the fridge. She twisted off the cap the same instant the doorbell chimed. Heart knocking, she stared in the direction of the front entry. Safe to say that wasn’t the milkman.
“Thanks a lot, Erin.” Grumbling, Dani shuffled to the door. A quick peek through the peep hole confirmed her suspicions of who stood on the other side. Sending a memo to her hormones to get a damn grip, she sucked in a deep breath and swung open the door. She returned Matt and Graham’s megawatt grins with her own wobblier version. “Hey.”
His gaze sparkling, Graham propped one hand high up on the doorframe, the position hiking the hem of his tank top. “Hey yourself.”
An endless moment passed while she stared transfixed at the intriguing peppering of dark hair that formed a happy trail down Graham’s washboard abs and disappeared beneath the low-slung waistband of his navy blue cargo shorts. His pointed cough snapped her from her trance. The muggy heat contributing to the warmth already occupying her cheeks, she lifted her focus and met his amused regard.
The tiny upward hitch at the corner of his mouth did funny things to her tummy. “We couldn’t help but notice that your bush is in need of a little TLC.”
She double blinked. “Uh, what?”
He cocked his head toward the flowering lantana to the right of him. The wicked glint in his whiskey-hued irises verified that he was plenty aware of his double entendre. “Wouldn’t take us but a minute or so to shape it up.”
“That’s incredibly nice of you guys, but—”
“Consider it a trade,” Matt offered.
She frowned. “For what?”
“The empanadas that your sister promised you’d bring when you come over for dinner tonight.”
She stifled a groan. “Please tell me Erin didn’t invite us over.” It’d be right up her sister’s alley to do something both embarrassing and rude, all while not giving a hoot.
Graham shook his head and chuckled. “Just you.”
His clarification instantly deflated her sharp bloom of
Certain that they’d somehow know what a perverted snoop she was, Dani hadn’t been able to look Graham and Matt in the eye for an entire week. She’d gotten over her guilty conscious soon enough, but the impromptu peep shows provided by her neighbors and their lady friends proved to be a rare treat. Still, spying on them was one thing. Joining in the action? That would be a hell to the no. She needed to be a responsible role model for Erin. And floozying it up with Graham and Matt in a three-way fling sure as hell wouldn’t accomplish that.
Besides, she wasn’t cut out for the whole one night stand scenario. And that’s all it would be with her hunky neighbors...one sweaty, sinful night sandwiched between two smoking hot men who stared at her like they wanted to spend the entire evening setting her bedsheets on fire.
Totally unproductive thought. Gulping, she tore her focus from Graham and Matt and slunk back inside the house. Snicking the door closed, she thunked her forehead against the whitewashed wood grain. Why must fate be such a devious bitch? Florida was full of retirees. Why couldn’t her neighbors be a pair of old coots who owned a closetful of lime green Bermuda shorts and compression socks?
Grumping under her breath, she detoured to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of iced tea from the fridge. She twisted off the cap the same instant the doorbell chimed. Heart knocking, she stared in the direction of the front entry. Safe to say that wasn’t the milkman.
“Thanks a lot, Erin.” Grumbling, Dani shuffled to the door. A quick peek through the peep hole confirmed her suspicions of who stood on the other side. Sending a memo to her hormones to get a damn grip, she sucked in a deep breath and swung open the door. She returned Matt and Graham’s megawatt grins with her own wobblier version. “Hey.”
His gaze sparkling, Graham propped one hand high up on the doorframe, the position hiking the hem of his tank top. “Hey yourself.”
An endless moment passed while she stared transfixed at the intriguing peppering of dark hair that formed a happy trail down Graham’s washboard abs and disappeared beneath the low-slung waistband of his navy blue cargo shorts. His pointed cough snapped her from her trance. The muggy heat contributing to the warmth already occupying her cheeks, she lifted her focus and met his amused regard.
The tiny upward hitch at the corner of his mouth did funny things to her tummy. “We couldn’t help but notice that your bush is in need of a little TLC.”
She double blinked. “Uh, what?”
He cocked his head toward the flowering lantana to the right of him. The wicked glint in his whiskey-hued irises verified that he was plenty aware of his double entendre. “Wouldn’t take us but a minute or so to shape it up.”
“That’s incredibly nice of you guys, but—”
“Consider it a trade,” Matt offered.
She frowned. “For what?”
“The empanadas that your sister promised you’d bring when you come over for dinner tonight.”
She stifled a groan. “Please tell me Erin didn’t invite us over.” It’d be right up her sister’s alley to do something both embarrassing and rude, all while not giving a hoot.
Graham shook his head and chuckled. “Just you.”
His clarification instantly deflated her sharp bloom of
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