They stood arms linked outside Camden’s house. The place was huge, too big for one person, but it was out in the middle of nowhere. They knew Camden liked his privacy. He turned to glance at his brother to find Saint looking a little pale. Oh, shit, not good.

“Hey, it’s fine, you look beautiful, big brother.”

He tried to get Saint to wear something other than the man’s favorite bulky sweater, but the stretched neckline exposed one pale shoulder. Saint had even put on a little extra makeup than he normally would.

He had to admit he was as nervous as Saint. They’d wanted this for so long, and they finally had the opportunity to have Camden.

They tipped their heads back as a helicopter flew over. Ernie, their stepfather, just purchased a few new planes. He tugged Saint forward, or his twin would try to sneak over to the property next door to see the new toys he’d get to play with soon.

When they reached the bottom step, the door opened, and they froze. Camden’s large frame blocked out the lights from inside creating an aura around him. They’d seen him in a uniform and tactical gear, maybe a t-shirt and jeans, even in slacks and a dress shirt for King’s wedding. But tonight Camden wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to exposed veined forearms, and Camden’s jeans were worn white in some spots. The man was twice their size and intimidating.

“Come on in.”

He tugged Saint forward and ascended to the porch landing. Camden stepped aside, and they both entered. Dark hardwood floors gleamed under soft lamplight. A wide stairway led up to the second floor.

They’d been there a few times. Even got nosy and checked out every room in the place while Camden wasn’t looking of course. He and Saint loved the house. The furniture was large and masculine, perfect for someone Camden’s size. Art and pictures filled the walls. Bookcases were filled with more books than he’d seen in his life and what looked like family photos. Across the entryway was an office, and the sliding doors open exposing more book-lined shelves.

“Let me take your jackets.”

Camden came up behind them, even standing a foot or more away, Sin swore he could feel the man’s presence. He released Saint’s hand. Camden removed Saint’s jacket, then his, and moved away to hang them on a rack beside the front door.

“You two are awful quiet.”

Saint fumbled for his hand again. He hated that his brother was so nervous. He’d tried his hardest over the years to work on Saint’s confidence, but nothing he did seemed to put the man at ease for long.

“Ellison, look at me.” Camden’s voice was commanding.

Saint didn’t hesitate to turn around, and it surprised him Saint gave in so quickly. He observed the way Camden raised his hand to stroke Saint’s cheek and his brother leaned into the caress. They looked good together, the much larger man and his slim, short brother were the perfect contrast.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. Just a meal. Is that okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He sensed when Saint calmed and it amazed him. He’d known from the moment he’d met Camden that the older man would be perfect for them, especially Saint. He wanted Camden just as much as Saint did, but in order for this to work between the three of them, Saint needed a certain level of dominance for his natural submissiveness. He pretended well, but Sin required the same.

“Good boy. I have to check on dinner, go on back to the kitchen.”

They linked hands again and went in the direction Camden specified. He wondered what this was about. Why Camden suddenly invited them out to his place for dinner. The man had the perfect poker face and didn’t give anything away.

They entered the kitchen to find the table set, a plate at the head of the table and one more on either side. He glanced at Saint, and they shared a smile at the candles flickering in the middle of the table. They’d never had a romantic candlelit dinner before and the fact that big and bad Camden Pelter prepared them one was odd, but nice.

“I don’t drink at home so you two won’t either. I have iced tea, water, and some sodas. What would you two like?”

It wasn’t like they were going to fight Camden on the no drinking rule. They spent a lot of time at Brawlers and clubs, but they didn’t drink more than a beer or two.

“Iced tea, please,” they answered in unison.

“Take your seats.”

They separated and sat at the table, then stared at each other across the expanse. He looked up as Camden set a perspiring glass next to the plate. His mouth dropped open as Camden leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Instant hard-on. How could someone make a forehead kiss erotic? He didn’t know, but Camden sure as fuck did. He watched as Camden repeated the same with Saint.

Saint’s long blond lashes fell and concealed his eyes. It was as if all the tension drained from his brother in a second. A small smile tilted the corners of his mouth as Saint opened his eyes, glancing up at Camden with the sweetest expression on his face. If nothing else had proved to him that Camden was theirs, then that moment would’ve sealed it.

Camden started moving around the kitchen, then serving bowls of roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes and gravy were placed on the table. A small roasting pan was the last and Camden sat down. Without asking, Camden fixed both their plates and made sure they had everything they needed before Camden filled his own.

The man was super sweet in Camden’s own way, caring if a bit gruff. He sensed that Camden liked to be in control, take care of his partner or in their case, partners. Their mother and extended family weren’t the religious sort, but they waited in case Camden wanted to do the whole Grace thing.

“Eat.”

“We didn’t know if you prayed.”

“No.”

They settled in to have dinner in silence. It was comfortable and nice. The food was amazing. Saint was the cook. He’d scorched a pan of water once, and Saint hadn’t let him near the kitchen again. It surprised him a bit that Camden cooked, but it shouldn’t have.

“Where did you learn to cook?”

“My maternal grandmother, she raised me.”

“Oh.”

“It’s nothing deep and dark, Eric. My mother focused on her career to the detriment of everything else, and my father was the same. They hadn’t grown up poor, middle class, but they saw their worth in having the nicest things they could brag about. I didn’t live with my grandmother, but I spent a majority of my growing up with her. Ellison said your mother was away on a trip?”

“Yeah, she works as an adventure guide. Plans these elaborate trips, everything from mountain climbing to survivalist trips.”

“Is there a reason she got into that?”

“Our dad. She met him when she wanted to learn to skydive during Spring Break. She got pregnant pretty quick, they didn’t marry or anything, but they moved in together. Mama is always happy when she tells stories about him. He was climbing one day, and his rigging gave, he fell.”

“I’m very sorry.”

“Like Mama said, he died doing what he loved. Couldn’t ask for more than that. They’d started the company, and Mama was great at it, so she continued it after he died. We think it was a way to keep his memory alive.”

“Did you two work in the family business?”

“I worked as a guide in my teens. When Saint became interested in being a pilot, he started flying groups around. Piloting the jump planes.”

“Did you enjoy that, Ellison?”

He liked that Camden didn’t use their nicknames, even their mother had taken to calling them Sin and Saint. When Camden called them Eric and Ellison, it seemed special. It was also nice to see Saint included. His twin had a tendency to retreat and let him take care of conversation because Saint hated to be the center of attention.

“Very much, Ernie says I was a natural. Born to fly. He just bought a new Cessna and chopper.”

“Was that him flying over when you two got here?”

“Yes, sir. He was testing them before I take them up this weekend.”

“Maybe I should speak with him and make sure.”

“Ernie wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt us. He makes sure everything is in perfect condition before I even sit in the pilot seat.”

“I’ll speak with him anyway.”

“Yes, sir.” Saint lowered his chin.

He was about to say something when Camden placed his fingers beneath Saint’s pointed chin.

“None of that. Now eat, you’ve been picking at your food.”

“May I speak freely,” he asked.

Camden turned to watch him with beautiful green eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“What’s going on here? You ordered us to dinner out of the blue when you’ve avoided us at all costs the last few years. Not that we’re complaining, dinner with our favorite Law Enforcement Officer isn’t a hardship. Are you not out?”

He peeked at his brother to find Saint watching Camden, too. He turned his attention back to Camden in time to catch the man’s heavy sigh, and Camden set his fork on the edge of the plate.

“I’m not out, but I’m not in the closet either. My private life is just that, private. When I was offered the job as Sheriff, I took it because I needed a break. Having a personal life wasn’t possible in my old job. Undercover work doesn’t allow for healthy relationships when you have to be gone for months at a time sometimes, maybe with the occasional trip home. It didn’t seem fair.”

“So, you just got used to not saying anything?”

“Yes, but I wanted things to be different when I moved here. Twenty years of routine is hard to break.”

“We’re not exactly the secretive type. We’ve never been in the closet.”

He hated the way his stomach dropped. Was this a leave me alone meal? They’d be crushed if Camden didn’t want to have anything to do with them or keep their relationship on the down low. It wouldn’t be fair to Saint. His brother deserved it all, from the public displays of affection to the chance of a ring on his finger one day.

“I wouldn’t ask that of you or Ellison, that wouldn’t be fair to either of you. I invited the two of you here to talk.”

“So, you don’t want to—”

He caught Saint nervously biting his bottom lip. He jerked his gaze to Camden as a chair slid across the floor.

“Ellison, come here.”

If Saint didn’t obey, he sure as hell would. Camden’s voice commanded, and anyone would be helpless to say no. The man could read the goddamned bible and make it sound dirty.

“Ellison, I don’t like to repeat myself.”

Saint stood and took the few steps that separated them. Camden patted his right thigh, and Saint stepped around to stand between Camden’s thighs before taking a seat. Camden lifted his hand to stroke Saint’s cheek and tipped Saint’s chin up until Camden and Saint’s gazes met. Saint’s pale cheeks were stained pink.

“Now, do you want to finish your question?”

“You don’t want to date us. If you like Sin more, I don’t mind.”

He jerked like his brother had punched him. They'd discussed this so many times he'd lost count. It was an agreement they'd promised each other. They would find their man, and they'd be happy.

“Ellison, I don't like to be lied to. With that warning out of the way, why do you think I'd like Eric more?”

He held his breath waiting for his twin's answer. Saint dropped his gaze. Camden's large hand encompassed Saint's jaw and gently forced Saint to look at the bigger man.

The intensity in Camden's eyes was equal parts intimidating and caring. Camden cared what Saint's issue was, and he was helpless to look away from the two men.

“Ellison, if you're going to speak to me, you'll look me in the eyes.”

“I’m not as skinny—”

“I’m going to stop you right there. I won’t dismiss your insecurities because we all have them, but to me, you’re beautiful, and a little extra weight doesn’t and won’t ever change that. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

He held his breath as Camden straightened and leaned into Saint. The man's mouth barely an inch from Saint's. He wanted that kiss for his brother. His twin kept himself separated from everyone; there but not. Saint preferred his invisibility. It was time Saint's wishes came true.

“Ellison, how could you not know?” Camden asked the question, but the man didn't give Saint a chance to answer.

Camden and Saint's lips conformed to each others’ perfectly. Saint made a tiny, needy sound and Camden growled. Camden curved his thick fingers around the back of Saint's neck.

Saint looped his thin arms around Camden and held their man tight. Camden’s hand quickly wrapped around his wrist and pulled him onto the big man’s free thigh. Camden nipped at Saint’s lower lip and then turned his head toward him. Oh fuck, he’d imagined this so many times since they’d spotted Camden at Brawlers. But this, oh, this was so much better. Camden’s lips were firm yet soft, conforming to his as easily as they had Saint’s.

He moaned as Camden’s tongue flicked over the seam of his mouth. He reached for Saint and held him close—he needed an anchor, and Saint was that for him. The kiss ended far too soon, but it was more than they’d expected. A few more soft, fleeting caresses and Camden helped them up, then back into their chairs.

Was that the kiss-off they feared or the start of something more? It couldn’t be that easy. When he glanced at Saint, he saw his question and apprehension mirrored in identical eyes. He needed to be strong. Saint needed him to hold it together and like he’d done for twenty-three years, he might break, but Saint would always come out whole after the tears and a broken heart.