Decades, maybe. Perhaps this threesome thing could be somehow workable after all, she thought. She looked around to see if either of the guys had slept over.She wasn’t surprised to see that they hadn’t. She vaguely remembered Kane saying he was going to go and do his writing. No doubt Dante had gotten up hours ago to do his own thing, whatever that was.Her sense of peaceful satisfaction began to wane a little. What kind of pathetic little old lady had she looked like, dropping off to sleep so early? In all fairness, it had been a long time since she’d had the opportunity to sleep held by a blond god, so who could blame her? She twisted and looked at her clock, then gasped and jumped out of bed. It was after nine. She’d slept for—what? Twelve hours or more?The dining room was deserted, of course. Dante would have eaten at eight and was probably gathering equipment to torture them with this afternoon. Kane wouldn’t be up for at least an hour. Maybe she should take a book out to the porch and relax for a little while.
