Mara Kincaid slid a generous slice of velvet cake toward Lena and flashed the waitress a grateful smile as their coffees arrived. Aromas of sugar, espresso, and warm vanilla drifted through the small café one of Lena’s favorites, tucked away from downtown noise.
“Well,” Mara Kincaid said, stirring in enough sugar to make diabetes flinch, “remind me again why having two men two ridiculously gorgeous men who want you is somehow a problem?”
Lena dragged her fork lightly through the frosting. “I didn’t say it was a problem that they want me.”
She hadn’t. In fact, that part felt like the universe had finally tossed her the reward she never dared to hope for. Silas Thorn and Damian Pike wanted her showed her every day in ways she could feel in her bones. In whispered kisses. In the way they
