The three of them woke up early, Callum and Amelia loading the rental car as Adam did his morning chores and went over some details with the neighbor who had agreed to care for the animals and watch the house while they were gone. As they packed the bags into the back of the car, Amelia thought again how much she enjoyed this—how easy everything was.

She’d woken that morning, sandwiched between the bodies of her men. Adam’s broad form had been curled behind her, enveloping her. His arm thrown across her hips, and his hand resting on Callum’s behind. She’d been nestled against Callum’s back, her arm over his chest, hand curled into his. She felt, again, the heavy weight in the pit of her stomach at the thought of leaving. How could she possibly walk away from this?

Callum shut the trunk, and tossed Amelia the keys. “Start it up and get it warm, will you? I’ll go rescue our boy from the stables.”

Our boy. She liked the sound of that, the easy way it rolled off his lips. She wondered what it would sound like for him to say that to Adam, about her. Our girl. The thought of it sent a warm feeling through her. She climbed into the passenger seat of the car and turned the ignition key.

A few minutes later, she saw Callum and Adam walking out of the barn, their hands brushing against each other as they walked, and she felt that warmth again. She was content.

Adam opened the back, sliding in and propping his feet up lengthwise. Callum got in the driver’s seat and looked around. “All ready, everyone? Alright, time to hit the road.”

Once they got to the apartment, as they set their things down in the master bedroom, Amelia looked around and thought about the last time she’d been here. She didn’t know if she wanted Adam knowing she’d been here with Callum before, kissing in his living room, and she hoped that Callum wouldn’t bring it up. It was strange, to be back here with both men, after she’d run out on Callum the last time because of her feelings for Adam. Of course, she’d had no idea then, that the two men had history.

“Right then,” Callum said, walking to the closet. “Let’s get changed, and head out for a bit of dinner? I’m starved.”

“Sounds great,” Amelia said. She unzipped her bag and fished out a pair of black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved, wrap style top that she knew showed off her cleavage to good advantage. After weeks wrapped up in serviceable jeans, flannels and thick wool sweaters, she was thrilled at the opportunity to dress up a little, and even put on some makeup.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, both men stared at her for a long moment. Callum glanced at Adam. “We’re pretty lucky guys, I think,” he said, smiling broadly.

“Oh, definitely.” Adam walked up to her, his hands encircling her upper arms, and he bent down to give her a kiss. His lips hovered just over hers for a moment. “It’s a lip stain,” Amelia said. “It won’t come off.”

“Well, then.” He reached up to thread his other hand through her hair, and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her thoroughly before pulling away. “You’re right,” he said. “Didn’t come off a bit.”

“My turn.” Callum walked up to her, his hand resting on her waist, and when Amelia turned towards him he bent and gave her a kiss every bit as thorough as Adam’s, if a touch gentler.

She let out a long breath. “I think I'm the lucky one.”

* * *

The next evening, after a long day of apartment hunting Callum suggested they get spruced up and head out for dinner and a bit of dancing. There was a jazz bar not too far from his place that had both good food and live music. Adam and Amelia agreed readily—Amelia relished the opportunity to really make an effort with her appearance. She had one black dress and one pair of heels in her bag, which she honestly hadn’t had any clue why she’d originally packed them, but now was very glad that she had.

They all piled into the taxi, Amelia squeezed between the two men. She’d never seen Adam dressed up before, and was amazed by just how gorgeous he looked. He’d opted for charcoal slacks and a button down shirt. Callum, for his part, was perfect in dark jeans and a button down and a blazer. Adam observed that Callum looked better than he did, and Amelia had diplomatically said that there was nothing to choose between them. She couldn’t believe, sometimes, that she was with them. The whole thing still had a more than surreal edge to it.

The hostess looked a little surprised when Callum said their reservation was for three, and she glanced at Amelia with a look that appeared to be one of envy.

They settled in to their table, just across the room from the stage, where the band was setting up. Callum ordered a bottle of red wine and the waitress returned with it in a matter of seconds. Callum held up his glass after she’d poured one for each of them, and smiled. “To a bloody fantastic weekend.”

Amelia and Adam echoed the sentiment as they touched glasses, Amelia thought back to when she’d said a similar thing over stew in the pub back home to Callum.

Back home. So, she had already begun to think of it that way. It wasn't that surprising as she’d been happier these past weeks there than she had been in a very long time.

Why go back to Chicago at all?

She shoveled the thought back down, and turned her attention back to Callum and Adam, who were busy discussing the menu. On the stage, the musicians were tuning up their instruments. The lights had been turned down low, and the flickering candles now provided most of the illumination. Callum had taken them to a very romantic place.

After the meal, they sat and talked as Callum filled their glasses from a second bottle of wine he’d ordered. The band was tight, the music enveloped them,, not to loud but not to quiet either.

Callum reached out to take Amelia’s hand. “Want to dance?” How could she say no? He looked so handsome, with the candlelight flickering over his face, his beautiful eyes wide. She curled her fingers around his, and smiled.

He guided her out onto the dance floor, a black and white checkered surface surrounded by dining tables on three sides and the stage on the other. Several other smartly dressed couples were already dancing. The song was slow, and Callum put his hands on Amelia's waist, moving across the floor in a graceful glide. She could feel the lean muscles of his arms flexing under her hands, and his eyes seemed impossibly blue in the dim lighting—or maybe that was just the wine.

He spun her in a circle, pulling her close against him when she returned, and she could feel the hard line of his body pressing against her from hip to thigh. She saw that his breath was coming a little faster. “You drive me crazy, Amelia, you know that?” he whispered in her ear as he bent his head closer to hers. “I want to take you straight back to the apartment, unzip this little dress, and slide it down your hips. I want to touch every inch of you.” His breath was warm against her ear, and her skin prickled, her hips brushing against his in a wordless reaction to his murmurs.

“You drive me crazy, too,” she whispered, her fingers curling around his arm. “And we’ll be back at your apartment tonight.” She looked up at him, the desire in his eyes took her breath away.

The song was ending, and just then, she felt Adam’s broad hand caress her back just below her shoulder blade. “I don’t suppose I might have a turn,” he said, winking at Callum, and Amelia could do nothing but wonder what she’d possibly done to deserve this as Callum gave a playful half-bow and spun her to face Adam.

He caught her effortlessly, hands wrapping around the curve of her waist, as the band picked up the tempo a little. He maneuvered her across the floor, spinning her this way and that, then she was pressed up against him, the movement of his hips against hers making her weak at the knees. “I had no idea you could dance this well,” she murmured, her eyes wide.

“Not a lot of opportunity, back home,” he said. “Although I have an old record player I suppose I ought to have broken out, we could have had a nice dance to something on that.”

“We were doing other things, I guess?” Amelia laughed.

“Yes, we were.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, and he brushed a lock of hair away from her face. She realized that while Callum was verbal regarding his emotions, Adam was much more kinetic, more physical. The way he held her so tightly when they were touching, the way he always kissed her as if he were afraid it might be the last time, as if he wanted to brand himself onto her lips. She shivered, thinking of a kiss he’d given her earlier, just before she’d gone to get ready.

“Cold?” he asked softly, slowing his pace as the music slowed.

“Not at all,” she said. “I know you’d warm me up if I were though.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he murmured against her hair, swaying his hips gently against hers.

“I think I have some idea,” she said with a grin.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at her, his voice thickening as he spoke. “Oh, Amelia, you have no idea how much I want you right now.”

She gazed up at him, at the planes of his face, the sharp cheekbones, the bright blue of his eyes. “I think it might be about as much as I want you,” she whispered, her fingers tightening against him where they lay against his back.

“I always want you Amelia, but seeing you like this—I’ve never seen you like this before, we’ve never done anything like this. I want to pick you up right now and wrap your legs around my waist and put you up against the nearest wall.”

She felt her heart skip in her chest as he spoke. “I'm about one glass of wine away from letting you.”

His hands flexed on her waist, and she felt how tightly coiled he was, how every muscle in his body seemed to be straining towards her, and he bent down and whispered in her ear: “Let’s go home. Let’s get Callum, and go home.”