Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth Page B

occur again, then?”
    Shea knew the significance of Gray’s question and answered as honestly as she could. “Yes, I want to continue what we’ve started.”
    “Good,” Gray answered, satisfaction written all over his face.
    “Brad’s waiting for us in the living room,” Ian said, stepping away. He, too, had a look of a man who had just been given the world on a silver platter. She was feeling the same way. It was a heady reaction to fall in love and something that she couldn’t wait to convey on paper.
    “Let me change back into my clothes.” Shea went to pull away, but Gray wouldn’t release his hold.
    “Don’t worry about it. You have had those clothes on for two days. Wear the robe. Brad will understand, and by this evening, new clothes will be delivered for you.”
    “What do you mean, clothes will be delivered?”
    Shea looked at Gray, trying to contain some of the anger that was building. She wanted to see where this relationship went, but if they thought they could dictate what she was going to wear or how long she was going to stay here, they were sorely mistaken.
    “Before you get your back up, we just thought you would be more comfortable in casual clothes while waiting for Brad to give you an all-clear on heading back home. Even he thinks you would be better off here until the police get a better handle on things. All Gray did was have a couple pairs of jeans and T-shirts ordered. We know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself.”
    Shea couldn’t believe that Ian had hit all the points that had the possibility of making her upset. In turn, that made her want to be upset with them that they could read her so well after such a short time. Before she could sort out her feelings, both men kissed her and headed for the door.
    “I am not going out there in just a robe. How would that look?”
    “Like you’ve been here for two days and are waiting for clothes,” Gray answered over his shoulder. “It’s only Brad that’s here, and he’s a family friend.”
    Shea had started to shake her head no when Ian retreated and grabbed her hand. Not giving her time to say no, Ian pulled her behind him. Using one hand, Shea made sure the sash of her robe was pulled as tight as it could go. Not being in her heels made her feel tiny compared to Ian and Gray as they walked down the hallway. Having them walk in front of her, with Ian’s hand wrapped in hers, made her feel protected. They walked into the living room, and Brad rose from the chair he had been sitting in.
    “Ms. Brennan, it’s nice to see you again, although I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.”
    Shea saw that Brad glanced down at their hands and gave a short nod of acknowledgement to Ian. She wasn’t sure what that meant, and decided to ask Ian later. Right now, she needed to know if they were any closer to catching this guy.
    “Thank you, Officer Foster, for getting over to the office so quickly. Gray informed me that he was gone. Were you able to find anything out?”
    “I am having forensics run the fingerprints taken from the office in hopes that this guy isn’t that smart. What I’m still a little confused on is that you are saying he was not in the coffee shop at the time you were talking about creating a dating site involving ménage relationships.”
    “That’s right, he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been,” Shea responded. Ian had released her hand when she had sat on the edge of the couch, making sure the robe covered her knees. “There was an older couple across the shop and two men grabbing coffee to go. No one else was there.”
    “Do you think it is someone you know or that your friends know? Maybe your friends told other people about what the three of you were planning to do and it sent him over the edge.”
    “I can ask if they told anyone, but when you say it like that, you are inferring that it is someone we know. I can’t believe that. I refuse to believe that.”
    “Say her friends didn’t