_OceanofPDF.com_Theirs_For_the_Night_-_Katee_Robert

Meg clutched the fabric closer to her throat, irritated at herself for
finding comfort in something so meaningless as wearing a man’s clothing.
Even this man—these men.
Galen sat on the corner of the counter near the stove, where he could see
the entire room—and the door—without moving. He seemed to do that in
every room, which reminded her of the special forces guys who came into
her bar sometimes. She could always tell which of them were still enlisted
and which had been out for long enough to successfully settle into civilian
life. The ones still in the military moved the same way Galen did—as if
expecting an attack at any moment. Even when they drank, there was an air
of something about them that had even the most idiotic drunks keeping their
distance.
He turned his head and met her gaze, as if daring her to speak what was
on her mind. Meg crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe…I should go.”
“You don’t actually want to go, so no point in playing the reluctant
virgin card.” Theo pulled a stack of Chinese takeout containers from the
fridge and set them on the counter to inspect them. The words weren’t
harsh, exactly, but they stung all the same. He glanced at her, blue eyes
devoid of the amusement she’d come to expect there.
The truth snaked through her to take up residence in her stomach. It was
all an act. When she’d first met them, she’d assumed Galen was the
ringleader. He was so intense and, even if he let Theo do the talking, his
presence overwhelmed her with proximity alone. Theo had seemed safe by
comparison. Normal, even, if she didn’t think too hard about the fact they
were obviously some kind of item.
Meg had been so, so wrong.
There was only one man in charge here, and it was the one currently
holding out a container of fried rice as if in a dare. She licked her lips and
took the container, because there was nothing else to do. She had no
business being intrigued by these two beyond what they could give her
physically, but being around them was like holding one of those Russian
hatching dolls in her hand. Every time she thought she had their number
down, a new layer would be revealed.
It’s only been an hour or so. How many layers can they possibly reveal
tonight?
There was no telling.