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Arctic Spirit By Elena Kincaid
She missed them.
She finally got the nerve to tell them that.
“I’ve missed you, too, Charlotte,” Chris said. “We both have.”
“Very much,” Drew added.
Chris looked thoughtful for a moment. “You could always come out for a visit.”
Drew looked at Chris and muttered what sounded like, “You always were a glutton for punishment.” He then added, “So am I, apparently.” Finally, he turned back to Charlotte, looking at her with longing. “We’d love to see you again, sweets. It’s been too long.”
To say she was tempted was an understatement. However, she knew being in the same space as them would only complicate things. Longing for two people she couldn’t have was punishment indeed. They both obviously still had feelings for her as well, and choosing between them was still not an option, not to mention the fact that one brother would never hurt the other that way even if she did. She also didn’t think she had it in her to repeat their last parting.
She used the best excuse she could think of, and one that was mostly true. “I have a big project I’m working on right now, so I really can’t get away any time soon.”
“Didn’t you just tell us you worked from home?” Drew asked.
She bit her lip.
“You’d have the entire top floor to yourself,” Chris began. “It has a master bedroom with a seating area and a large desk.” He looked hopeful as he went on. “You’d even have your own private bathroom with a shower and a separate Jacuzzi tub.”
“Wow! That sounds amazing.” It really did. She had a nice sized one-bedroom condo, located just minutes from the beach, but there definitely was nothing bubbling in her bathtub, nor were there two sexy occupants sharing a space with her. They were undoubtedly the most tantalizing part of the deal. However… “I couldn’t ask one of you to give up your room for me.”
“We wouldn’t be,” Drew said. “Our bedrooms and office are on the first floor.”
Now she was confused. They had what sounded like an amazing space upstairs, but neither of them used it. Perhaps they didn’t want to fight over who got the master bedroom and they chose to use it as a guest room instead.
“We were saving it for someone special.” It was Chris who answered. Her expressions always gave her thoughts away to them, making her an open book. He must have taken notice of her confusion, but he did not elaborate further. He actually turned away from her for a moment, seemingly uncomfortable with the response he had just given her.
He didn’t really need to elaborate anyway. It was the someone special part that rang loud and clear and stung. She definitely did not want to hear more. She also didn’t want to speculate which one of them would end up getting to use that room one day with a significant other.
“Are you all right?” Drew asked.
Damn it! She quickly schooled her features and avoided thinking about what they must have seen written on her face. “Yes. I’m fine.” Charlotte waved a dismissive hand in the air.
“Say yes, Charlotte,” Chris said.
She wanted to say no, to protect her heart. Seeing them now only reminded her of every reason she had convinced herself that parting from them was for the best. Then she thought about them settling down one day, and maybe even finding someone herself, and knew that this may be the only chance to see her two best friends again. She’d take the old and new memories, along with the pain that would come with them, and tuck them all away later like she had done before. At least for the most part. Still, she’d have no regrets then.
“I’ll come,” she finally said.