The Feds were here. Odd how quickly she’d changed her mind about leaving town.

Beth patted her hand. “You’ll find something that’s perfect for you. Just be patient.”

“Patient isn’t exactly a word in my vocabulary,” Sally grumbled.

“So very, very true.”

Sally threw a pretzel at her for the insult. “At least only working part-time with no school lets me pretend to be a carpenter, and see you guys, and, even better, to play with Zane.”

“Zane is such a darling.” A shadow crossed Beth’s face. “Kari is so lucky to have him.”

What was that about? Beth and Nolan had been together about two years and had married last year. “Are you planning to follow Dan and Kari down the baby trail?”

When Beth flinched and averted her gaze, Sally wanted to hit herself on the forehead. Bad question, stupid. “Want to watch TV…or make some dinner?” Or do anything to get that unhappy look off your face?

“I—” Beth bit her lip. “It’s okay, Sal. It’s just that I can’t have children. The damage from my previous marriage was too much.”

Her husband had been a sick, abusive bastard, and Beth had scars all over her body. But she had internal damage too? “Christ in a swamp, it’s not fair that the creep left you even more—” Unable to think of the right word, Sally sat and put her arm around the slender woman, needing to comfort at the same time she wanted to kill Beth’s ex.

But Nolan had already taken care of that little task.

Beth leaned against Sally’s shoulder. “I don’t mind as much for me, but Nolan…” A tear slid down her sunburned cheek. “He said he’d like children, and I can’t. I feel so guilty.”

“But…” Sally opened her mouth, searching for the right words, needing just the ones, but nothing came. “You shouldn’t. It’s not right—”

“What’s not right is not telling me what the fuck has been bothering you.” Nolan stalked into the room. His eyes were black ice, and his mouth twisted into a threatening line.

For a moment all Sally could do was cringe. But then she jumped up to stand in front of Beth. Maybe she could hold him off until her Feds got there. “Don’t touch her.”

Nolan stopped, way too close.

Sally felt her muscles tighten; the memory of being backhanded was awfully clear still.

A corner of Nolan’s mouth tipped up. “The rabbit has a Chihuahua to protect her?” He grasped Sally’s upper arms, lifted, and set her to one side.

“Hey!” Her lunge forward was stopped by a steely arm around her waist.

Vance chuckled. “Easy there. He’s not going to hurt her.”

“I should.” Nolan went down on one knee, still tall enough that his eyes were even with Beth’s. With a scarred hand under her chin, he lifted her face. “I had a nasty scene planned to pull answers out of you. To find out what’s made you unhappy.”

Her lips quivered. “I’m sorry, Master. I wouldn’t have married you if I’d—”

“I would have.”

His blunt statement made her blink. “But—”

“My family has kids to carry our bloodline.” He released her chin and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “If you want children, we’ll adopt them.”

“Really?” she whispered. Her blue eyes filled with tears.

“Sugar, I love you. I’ll do about anything to make you happy.” He picked Beth up and sat down, cuddling her in his lap. She buried her face against his chest, her shoulders shaking as she cried.

With a sigh of happiness, Sally slumped back against Vance. Despite scaring the spit out of people, Nolan really was as sweet as Beth insisted.

Vance kissed the top of Sally’s head before whispering, “See what happens if a submissive keeps secrets from her Dom. She’s miserable although she doesn’t have to be. Why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding, Sally?”

She stiffened. Would the FBI special agent cuddle her sweetly after hearing she’d hacked into the Harvest Association’s e-mails? Oh yeah, and she could tell him she was acting as a modern-day Robin Hood. He’d definitely understand her reasoning.

Not.

Pulling out of his arms, she smiled politely. “Would you like some iced tea, Sir?”

His eyes narrowed. “Guess I should ask Nolan what he’d planned for that nasty scene.”

Oh crap. Master Nolan liked using a flogger—and Galen would be all over any scene like that. Time to escape. “Perhaps I should check on my other Dom.”

“I’m here.” Galen tugged her hair as he limped past to take a seat on the far end of the sectional. “I’d like some tea, please, pet.”

“My pleasure, Sir.” Her answer got a suspicious look. What? Didn’t they think she could be a sweet submissive? Jeez.

First she served Vance a glass.

He nodded his thanks and took a chair beside Galen.

She handed a drink to Galen. When she knelt beside him without being ordered, he raised his eyebrows.

Master Nolan and Beth were talking quietly, not ready to be disturbed, so Sally asked her men, “Did Master Nolan have suggestions about tearing the wall down?”

“It’s not load bearing, so we’re good to go.” Vance took a sip of his tea. “We’ll need an electrician for some rewiring though.”

“Might be good to put in an intercom while we’re at it,” Galen said.

An intercom? How old-fashioned. Be more fun to put in some voice-activated software and…

Voice activated. Oh my God. Totally jazzed, Sally rose and left the room, keeping her back to the guys so they wouldn’t see her plotting. Wire a light switch to turn on the receiver.

In the bathroom, she grabbed a handful of tissues, breathed through her excitement, and headed back. Think of the havoc she could create if she rigged her laptop to mess with the house functions—lighting, maybe—upon command.

As Sally walked into the great room, Beth was sitting up and wiping her cheeks. Excellent timing. Sally handed her the tissues before taking her place between the men. Kneeling.

Ignoring the two sets of suspicious eyes, she looked at their guests.

Beth’s hand was shaking as she cleaned off her face. She was too pale.

Nolan lifted his submissive to her feet. “Perhaps something to drink, sugar?”

Seriously? She bawls her head off, and he asks her to serve him? Sally scowled and started to rise to wait on the insensitive jerk.

Galen set a detaining hand on her shoulder and whispered, “She isn’t like you, pet. Nolan knows serving him will calm her down.”

At the coffee table, Beth slowly fussed over fixing a tiny plate of snack mix and pouring a glass of iced tea. By the time she handed the plate and glass to Nolan, her hands were steady.

Setting the drink on the end table, he spread his legs and nodded at the floor.

She gave him a pleased smile and knelt between his feet, facing outward.

When Master Nolan looked down at her, love had turned his eyes a soft sable. He stroked a hand down her bare arm and offered her a tiny pretzel. Feeding her.

Beth leaned her head against her Master’s thigh with a look of peaceful contentment as he fed her tidbit after tidbit.

Feeling far too envious, Sally turned her attention to her glass, swirled her tea, and watched the ice cubes bob.

“Pretty rare,” Nolan said.

Sally looked up to see the Master studying her and Galen and Vance. “Rare for two Doms to share a submissive for more than a scene,” Nolan commented. “Especially since you’re not gay.”

“More like brothers,” Vance said, shaking his head. “But you don’t see it much.”

Sally nodded. There were poly relationships in the Shadowlands, but most were one Master and female slaves. Or a Domme, like the one who had a nonlifestyle partner, a female submissive, and a male pup. Two male Doms weren’t that common.

“Actually…” Beth glanced up at Nolan. “Sir?”

He ran his knuckles down her cheek. “I’m not enforcing high protocol, sugar. You’re on your knees only because you needed to be there for a bit, but this is just a visit with friends.”

Turning her head, she kissed his hand. Given permission to speak, she said, “I vacationed at a town in Colorado called Happiness or Joy or something, and the place had a lot of male-dominated ménages.”

“Uh-huh,” Galen said. “Jake told me about a place in Wyoming—King’s something or other—where polyamorous relationships with multiple men are common.”

Really? Sally straightened. She’d thought her time with the Feds would be only short-term, just for the month or so until she snagged a job. But now…her heart quivered as if it had caught a chill.

Would the guys ever consider something long-term? And would she want that? With two men? Was she totally insane?

She scowled at the floor and then realized Nolan and Beth were leaving. After scrambling to her feet, she hugged Beth and whispered, “Let me know how it goes with the adoption stuff.”

Beth’s smile was far brighter than when she’d arrived. “I will.”

Nolan nodded at Sally, shook hands with Vance, and Galen walked them out.

After grabbing the bowl of snack mix off the table, Sally set it on the floor beside her and popped a cashew in her mouth. “Do you suppose they’ll try for a newborn or adopt an older child?”

Vance sat down beside her and picked up the bowl, earning himself a frown. “I could see Nolan wanting to give an older kid a chance.”

“Do you think it would bother him that the child wouldn’t be his own?”

As Nolan had with Beth, Vance fed her a pretzel.

A fuzzy, contented feeling invaded her chest.

“Most parents don’t think of their adopted children as anything but their own,” Vance said. “My mother tends to forget she didn’t carry me or my sisters in her belly.”