Page 33 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

“We can hear you talking,” David said.

“And moaning,” Chris added.

“I think there was more panting than moaning.”

One of them laughed.

“What do you suppose they want?” Brooke asked, keeping her voice low.

“No clue.” Eli gazed down at her and picked up where he’d left off, his body moving against hers. “But maybe if we ignore them long enough they’ll go away.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“We’re not going away,” Chris shouted. “No matter how long you ignore us.”

“Somebody’s got big ears,” Eli complained.

“Come on, you guys,” David said, sounding whiny even for him. “It’s an emergency.”

“All right, all right.” Brooke sat up, taking a reluctant Eli with her. “But quit banging. You’ll wake the baby.”

As if on cue, Jaden whimpered.

Eli stood and adjusted his jeans. “I’ll get the door. You get the kid.”

“This better be good.” Brooke tugged down the skirt of her dress and went to check on the baby.

“Oh, it is.” Chris swept into the room with David close behind him. “We’re getting married.”

“In two weeks,” David added.

“That’s great news.” Brooke popped a binky in Jaden’s mouth, which seemed to settle him down, then gave both men a bear hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Congratulations.” Eli slapped Chris on the back and shook David’s hand. “But what’s the rush?”

“Chris booked a tour with the American Ballet Theatre.” David loped an affectionate arm around his fiancé’s shoulders. “He’ll be gone for six months.”

Chris looked at David with a mix of tenderness and desire that made Brooke’s heart ache. Had Eli ever looked at her that way? Had anyone? “We want to get married before I leave.”

“That’s where you guys come in.” David eyes bounced from Brooke to Eli then back again. “We need your help.”

Brooke cataloged the million things they’d need to accomplish to put on a wedding in that short amount of time. Invitations, flowers, food, music… “It’s a stretch, but I think we can pull it off. The hardest part will be finding a venue.”

“What about the rooftop garden?” Eli suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” agreed David.

Brooke frowned. “I don’t know. It’s coming along, but there’s still a lot of work to do.”

“We’ll get the others to help, too,” Chris said. “If we all pitch in, we’ll have it looking fabulous in no time.”

“It’s only March,” she pointed out. “It’ll be cold up there.”

“We can get portable heaters. I know a guy who’ll hook us up cheap.” Eli already had his cell out, his thumbs flying over the keyboard.

“I can see it.” David rubbed his hands together. “A string quartet. Chinese lanterns. Orange and yellow snapdragons on every table. It’ll be perfect.”

Chris stilled David’s hands, taking them in his own. “It’ll be perfect no matter what color flowers we have. Because I’m marrying my best friend.”

They shared a tender, lingering kiss, and Brooke’s heart cracked a little bit more. Chris was right. They were perfect together. So beautiful. They complemented each other, completed each other like two halves of a whole.

She slid a glance in Eli’s direction. He leaned against the doorjamb, looking at David and Chris with the same reverence she imagined was in her eyes. Did he want what they had? Did she? What about her five-year plan?

“What do you say, Brooke?” Eli asked, his voice cutting into her thoughts. “Are you in?”

“Yeah, Brooke,” David echoed. “Are you in?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “How can I say no to true love?”