pushed upright as well. “Ridiculously happy.”
“No.” She almost waved his words away and then realized what he’d said. “Well, yes, that.” Holy smoke, yes, that . “But the other part. The first part.”
Spencer smiled, and Chelsea’s chin dropped.
Dear God, he looked gorgeous when he smiled. Drop-dead, bone-meltingly gorgeous.
“You mean the bit about us both loving you?”
She nodded, still too awed by his beautiful smile to answer.
“It’s true.” Levi took her hand. She turned to look at him, and her heart skipped a good few beats when she saw the serious look in his eyes. Her lungs seized, refusing to function for long seconds. Gone was the laughter and the teasing and the jokes. All she could see was the emotion that filled his gaze, making the blue of his eyes shine. “I love you, Chels. I’m totally, completely in love with you. And Spence here—”
“I love you too, babe.” Spencer still smiled. “I’m one hundred percent hooked on you. And I think the three of us, together, will be brilliant.”
“Agreed,” Levi said. “Brilliant.”
“Y-you’d want that? All of us together, all of the time.”
Levi’s easy grin returned. “Not all of the time. Fact, I’m kinda looking forward to the mornings Spence has to work. When you get back from your run and you’ve got a few hours to kill before you have to be at the restaurant. I’ll have you all to myself then.”
“And I figure I’ll get you alone when Lev writes at night,” Spencer told her. “It’ll be just you and me and one big bed. Or couch. Or wall, kitchen bench top or floor.”
“B-but then when will it be all three of us?”
“Whenever you want, Chels,” Levi said. “Whenever you want.”
“There’s just one thing we’d need from you first,” Spencer added, back to his solemn self.
“What is it?” Anything. She’d give them anything at all to live the dream life she never knew she wanted.
“We need to hear the words too, Chels. I love you. Spence loves you. How about you?”
“Oh, God. I love you too. Both of you. I’ve loved you since you walked into my restaurant a year ago. I fell so hard then, and I never got back up. These last few days, I’ve fallen harder and harder.” She leaned in and kissed one man. “I love you, Levi Barret.” Then she turned and kissed the other. “I love you, Spencer Allen.”
Levi collapsed back against a pile of cushions. “Thank God for small miracles.”
She smiled at him.
“One more question,” he said.
“Anything.”
“Are we still welcome at Chelsea’s?”
“Oh, my God, yes. Every day. And night. Always.”
Levi breathed a massive sigh. “Phew.”
Spencer grinned at Levi. “Lucky for you.”
Huh? “Why would you say that?”
Levi’s smiled a mischievous smile. “The club threatened me.”
Chelsea’s stared at him blankly.
“The Sunday Night Dinner Club,” he clarified. “They warned me to leave you alone.”
“What? Why?”
“In case he screwed up our chances of ever being allowed back into the restaurant again.”
“How could he have screwed it up?”
“His love-’em-and-leave-’em ways,” Spencer explained. “They were worried he’d hurt you.”
“Would you?” she asked Levi. “Hurt me?”
The solemnity was back in his eyes. “Never.”
“How about you?” she asked Spencer.
“Never.”
“Then I think there’ll be no problem with the Dinner Club dining at Chelsea’s. Ever. In fact, if you carry on treating me the way you’ve both treated me tonight, I think the Dinner Club will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea’s.”
“And I think Spence and I will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea.”
“The happiest,” Spencer agreed. And with that, he drew Chelsea into his arms and he and Levi proceeded to show Chelsea just how happy they’d make her.
Party Of Three
Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee
Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.
Sunday
“No.” She almost waved his words away and then realized what he’d said. “Well, yes, that.” Holy smoke, yes, that . “But the other part. The first part.”
Spencer smiled, and Chelsea’s chin dropped.
Dear God, he looked gorgeous when he smiled. Drop-dead, bone-meltingly gorgeous.
“You mean the bit about us both loving you?”
She nodded, still too awed by his beautiful smile to answer.
“It’s true.” Levi took her hand. She turned to look at him, and her heart skipped a good few beats when she saw the serious look in his eyes. Her lungs seized, refusing to function for long seconds. Gone was the laughter and the teasing and the jokes. All she could see was the emotion that filled his gaze, making the blue of his eyes shine. “I love you, Chels. I’m totally, completely in love with you. And Spence here—”
“I love you too, babe.” Spencer still smiled. “I’m one hundred percent hooked on you. And I think the three of us, together, will be brilliant.”
“Agreed,” Levi said. “Brilliant.”
“Y-you’d want that? All of us together, all of the time.”
Levi’s easy grin returned. “Not all of the time. Fact, I’m kinda looking forward to the mornings Spence has to work. When you get back from your run and you’ve got a few hours to kill before you have to be at the restaurant. I’ll have you all to myself then.”
“And I figure I’ll get you alone when Lev writes at night,” Spencer told her. “It’ll be just you and me and one big bed. Or couch. Or wall, kitchen bench top or floor.”
“B-but then when will it be all three of us?”
“Whenever you want, Chels,” Levi said. “Whenever you want.”
“There’s just one thing we’d need from you first,” Spencer added, back to his solemn self.
“What is it?” Anything. She’d give them anything at all to live the dream life she never knew she wanted.
“We need to hear the words too, Chels. I love you. Spence loves you. How about you?”
“Oh, God. I love you too. Both of you. I’ve loved you since you walked into my restaurant a year ago. I fell so hard then, and I never got back up. These last few days, I’ve fallen harder and harder.” She leaned in and kissed one man. “I love you, Levi Barret.” Then she turned and kissed the other. “I love you, Spencer Allen.”
Levi collapsed back against a pile of cushions. “Thank God for small miracles.”
She smiled at him.
“One more question,” he said.
“Anything.”
“Are we still welcome at Chelsea’s?”
“Oh, my God, yes. Every day. And night. Always.”
Levi breathed a massive sigh. “Phew.”
Spencer grinned at Levi. “Lucky for you.”
Huh? “Why would you say that?”
Levi’s smiled a mischievous smile. “The club threatened me.”
Chelsea’s stared at him blankly.
“The Sunday Night Dinner Club,” he clarified. “They warned me to leave you alone.”
“What? Why?”
“In case he screwed up our chances of ever being allowed back into the restaurant again.”
“How could he have screwed it up?”
“His love-’em-and-leave-’em ways,” Spencer explained. “They were worried he’d hurt you.”
“Would you?” she asked Levi. “Hurt me?”
The solemnity was back in his eyes. “Never.”
“How about you?” she asked Spencer.
“Never.”
“Then I think there’ll be no problem with the Dinner Club dining at Chelsea’s. Ever. In fact, if you carry on treating me the way you’ve both treated me tonight, I think the Dinner Club will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea’s.”
“And I think Spence and I will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea.”
“The happiest,” Spencer agreed. And with that, he drew Chelsea into his arms and he and Levi proceeded to show Chelsea just how happy they’d make her.
Party Of Three
Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee
Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.
Sunday
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