Page 95 of Donovan's Men

I approached Hamish’s building and…spotted the concierge.

She rose from her desk when I stepped inside. “Good evening, Mr. Riggs. Doctor McAllister is expecting you.”

“Thanks.” I tipped my nonexistent hat at her and headed to the elevator. Nineteen floors took little time to cover, and soonI found myself facing a grinning Hamish, poking his head out of his doorway.

“She called you.” I said the words quietly, having no idea of the thickness of his neighbors’ doors.

His grin widened. “I give her a big bonus at Christmas.”

“That’s very considerate of you.” And completely in keeping with the man I was getting to know.

He held the door open for me, and I stepped inside.

Tyson stepped into view at the end of the hallway.Ah.Not crowding me. I appreciated that.

“Can I get you a drink?” He smiled.

“Water would be nice.” I had my stainless-steel bottle in my knapsack. But I hadn’t remembered to fill it at the end of our workout session.

He nodded, held my gaze for a moment, then disappeared into the condo.

“Let me take your coat.” Hamish spoke quietly.

I pivoted my attention to him.

His overlong hair looked a little mussier than usual.Has Tyson been running his hands through it?His lips appeared a little more swollen than I remembered.Have they been kissing?

I shifted in my tightening jeans.

Hamish’s eyes widened. He licked his lips.

I groaned. “I want to kiss you so badly—but I want Tyson as much and—”

“Coat.” He practically ripped my wool coat off.

After he hung it up in the closet, I followed him into the main living area. “Holy shit.”

Tyson chuckled. “When I finally got around to admiring it, I felt the same way.”

Hamish shifted from foot to foot. “It’s just—”

I shushed him.

The floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Coal Harbour stunned. I advanced and, to my surprise, was able to spot the skiers on Grouse Mountain. Although the view stunned now, it’d be even more breathtaking in the morning. “Shit.”

Hamish moved to me immediately. “What?”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

Tyson laughed. “I don’t think we’ve even been invited to stay the night.”

Our host’s eyes went wide. “Of course you’re invited. Tonight. The week. Whatever.”

I liked the sound ofwhatever. Even as I had the thought, though, my stomach rumbled.

Hamish’s phone buzzed.

Tyson rolled his eyes. “I think that’s what they call providential timing. Or something like that.”