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“Lady’s choice,” Zev agrees.
I climb from the bed as my phone rings. “I’ll catch up.”
Zev shoots me a speculative glance.
“I need to take that.” I’m hoping all my questions will be answered within the next two minutes.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Harper
Elbows propped on a rail,I look up at the night sky through the glass-covered terrace.
This has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I’m convinced that my real honeymoon would never have been this spectacular.
Looking at it from that point of view, it’s hard to be too upset over what happened. Despite my inner turmoil, Forrest had been right to suggest it was better that I found out before the wedding that Edward was a lying, cheating sonofabitch.
Following our sessions of lovemaking, Zev and I went into the shower, and Forrest joined us a little while later.
As we took turns washing each other, I was more relaxed than I could ever remember being.
Afterward the three of us returned to the bed, and I had sex with each man. This time wasn’t as frenetic as before because they wanted to go easy on me, but in its own way, the lovemaking had still been exquisite.
I fell deeply asleep and awakened slightly chilled to find myself alone.
The men were speaking quietly in the living room. Feeling safe and protected, I was lulled back to sleep.
About half an hour ago, I awakened, snuggled next to Zev.
Unable to drift back off, restless and not wanting to disturb him, I slipped from the bed, wrapped myself in a fluffy robe, and then peeked my head into the living room.
Forrest was nowhere in sight.
Fully awake, I tiptoed past the bed and quietly eased the sliding door open and stepped outside. Though the Strip still buzzes with activity, this is fully enclosed, almost silent, a piece of serenity amid the hustle and bustle.
Clouds meander across the sky, and then a shooting star snags my attention.
Fancifully, I make a wish.
To always be as happy as I am right at this moment.
“Hey…”
With a smile, I turn to see Zev.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I was lost in thought.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks, joining me.
He’s wearing his trousers and nothing more.
Even though my body is tender, suddenly I yearn for him again.
Realizing he’s waiting for an answer, I force my attention back to his question. “I used to think I had insomnia. But I think it’s deeper than that. There’s something magical about the middle of the night when nobody else is awake and everything is quiet. There’s a peace I never seem to find at any other time. It’s…” I search for the right word. “Magical.”
“Is it okay if I intrude?”