Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury

shed. Doug said that could be possible because the guy does like music.”
    “Who doesn’t?” asked Gabriel lightly as he put out a palm, ostensibly to feel the snow that had started falling. “I’m sorry to make light of your ‘discovery,’ Brooke, but I don’t buy one atom of that animal psychic crap. There was a psychic faire in Cedar City, where I’m normally stationed. For the hell of it, I paid one to look at a picture of my service dog and ‘interview’ her. Turned out, we knew each other in a past life, right? And get this. She was a kangaroo in Australia, and I was an aboriginal hunter, only I refused to kill the kangaroo and we became great friends.”
    Brooke shrugged. “What’s wrong with that? Who’s to say it couldn’t be true?”
    And, although Adrian had never thought that pet psychic bullshit had any validity, he found himself defending Brooke. “Yeah. How could you refute it? You can’t.”
    “Yeah.” Gabriel snorted again. “Only thing. I had a patch on the day pack I was carrying. Had a map of Australia and the saying ‘love it or leave it.’ I’d obviously been there and liked it, or I wouldn’t have put the patch on my pack.”
    Adrian had to admit, Gabriel had a good point. “True. And can dogs reincarnate into kangaroos?”
    “I think they always stay dogs,” Brooke said earnestly.
    Adrian refused to mock her. “That makes more sense. Like, we don’t reincarnate into gorillas. No interspecies reincarnating.”
    “Yes!” cried Brooke, gripping Adrian by the upper arm. “If dogs reincarnated into cats, they’d have an awfully hard time learning what to do. Like, do I bark, or mew?”
    Gabriel had to shove his oar in. “But can dogs reincarnate into coyotes? They’re closely related, aren’t they? There’d be no question about remembering to bark or howl, because they both do similar things.”
    Adrian glared at his friend. Now he even took Brooke’s arm. “Let’s go inside. It’s starting to snow.”
    As much as he wanted to remain on the deck agreeing with everything that Brooke said, Adrian should not let her stay out on the deck and catch her death. But when they moved back into the living room with its L-shaped arrangement of leather couches, Brooke collapsed into the corner arm of one, patting the cushion next to her for Adrian to do the same. He had no choice but to sit next to her, their knees touching.
    “You do believe me, don’t you?” she asked, while Gabriel took a seat behind Adrian. “I know some or maybe even most of that stuff is hooey, but why shouldn’t it be possible that he’s got a guitar case with some evidence inside of it?”
    “It’s not completely outlandish,” Adrian agreed. “My aunt in Ireland was quite the psychic. She woke us all up one morning at four, calling to say she somehow knew our little cousin in Connecticut was dead. He had no illness. Yet we found out later that day he’d been hit by a hunter’s stray bullet.”
    “Wow,” said Gabriel, behind him. Already he was sitting so close Adrian could feel the heat emanating from his torso. Gabriel brushed his fingertips against Adrian’s bare neck, causing his nipples to stiffen and gooseflesh to rise on his shoulders and chest. “So he was just wandering in the woods and a hunter mistook him for a deer?”
    Adrian felt his eyes slipping shut in appreciation of the touch. He clutched his martini glass so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t break. Gabriel must’ve sensed this, for he leaned into Adrian, took the glass, and placed it on the coffee table. Gabriel resumed his seduction of Adrian, laying light sucking kisses to the back of his neck while a hand roamed past his underarm to finger his nipple through the henley shirt. “I think that’s exactly what happened,” he murmured. “But what’re the odds of her knowing this?”
    “Someone could’ve called her the night before.”
    “No. He was lost in the woods that night , the night of her dream. We