Their fingers twitched in mine. Rachele’s pulse jumped. Rebecca’s eyes narrowed, studying me like she could see straight through to the truth.
I exhaled. “But it would be wrong. I don’t want a bond built on lies. I want honesty. I want love. And you both deserve that much.”
Silence fell between us. The forest buzzed quietly with cicadas and the distant rush of water.
Then Rachele licked her lips and whispered, voice husky, “I’ve always been a sucker for the bad-boy vibe.”
I groaned under my breath.
“You’re going to be the death of me” I muttered to myself, earning identical smirks.
Rebecca’s gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, to the very obvious problem straining against my jeans. “You sure your speech convinced him?”
“Working on it,” I gritted out.
They both laughed—musical, wicke
