Three to Come should have a warning label: Under no condition read this book in bed alone!
Deirdre O'Dare, author of Pickup Man

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I could have said no. I waited for my conscience to prod me. But no small voice advised caution. In fact, I thought I could hear a little red devil urging me to yield to temptation, because I might never get another chance.

I looked at Larry, tall and dark and handsome, and always a little rumpled, in his loose wool sweater and wrinkled Dockers, his scuffed Birkenstocks. Then at Pete--a little shorter than I stood in my heels, but well-built and cute, with his snub nose and his shock of unruly hair and his cool, ultra-stylish clothes. Good friends, good companions, honest and decent.

Even their propositions had been gentlemanly. Well, mostly.

"One night," Pete said.

"Because we can't let it stop here," Larry added.

I looked from one to the other. Tempted. Oh, so tempted. "But never again? Promise me that."

Pete nodded. "Some things should be unique."

"We've come too far to go back, but there's no ahead to go to."

Larry's words made a crazy kind of sense. I looked at him, then at Pete, searching their eyes for any trace of dishonesty, of threat.

All I saw was kindness, affection.

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