Inked (Tattoos and Leather) by Jaymie Holland Page B

feeling a little tipsy. Each of the two men had encouraged her to drink more wine and she was already halfway through her second glass.
    After asking Megan if she liked seafood, Sean had ordered her baked red snapper with a basil pesto sauce and grape tomatoes. Nick and Sean made it clear that they were going to feed her every bite of her meal.
    In between bites, she learned more about them. They didn’t seem keen to talk about their childhood, but she pressed them.
    “What was it like growing up as twins?” she asked after a particularly wonderful bite of red snapper.
    The corner of Sean’s mouth quirked into a smile. “We were hell on wheels. We drove our mother crazy when we were young.” The smile turned into a thoughtful frown.
    “And if our father wasn’t already a drunk, we would have driven him to drink once we hit puberty and entered our teens,” Nick said, but he wasn’t smiling.
    “What about your mom?” Megan asked. She had the feeling their father was not a good topic of conversation.
    Nick shrugged. “Mom died when we were kids.”
    “Brain cancer,” Sean said, looking equally as somber.
    Megan gave them each a look and squeezed their forearms. “I’m sorry.”
    “What about you?” Sean asked. “Where are your parents?”
    This time it was Megan’s turn to shrug. “No idea. They abandoned me at a young age with my grandmother, who raised me. They never came back.” She managed a smile. “My grandmother was wonderful, though. She was strict but loving and caring. Lots of hugs and kisses in our home.”
    “Her picture was in the box of belongings you dropped.” Sean had a thoughtful look. “The glass had broken.”
    Megan nodded. “A fire destroyed everything we owned, about nine years ago. Grandma passed away not long after—smoke inhalation had damaged her lungs too badly.” Megan swallowed. “That picture is the only thing I have left of her.”
    Sean put his hand over hers. “You have good memories of her. I can see it in your eyes.”
    She nodded and smiled. “Very good.”
    Nick rubbed her shoulder. “You deserve good memories.”
    For dessert was the restaurant’s dessert specialty, tartufo di pizzo , an amazing ice cream truffle that they fed her in small bites.
    “Have you had any serious relationships in the past?” Sean asked.
    Megan cocked her head to the side. “I’ve had a couple of relationships, but they ended amicably enough. I’ve never found the right man.” Or men, she thought to herself.
    Nick and Sean both gave a nod and she had the feeling they were somewhat pleased that she hadn’t had any serious relationships. She wondered why.
    She managed to direct the conversation away from herself and got the two men to talk about some of the pranks they had pulled when they were young. They did typical twin things, changing places so that one was mistaken for the other. Their mother had been able to tell them apart, but apparently their father hadn’t paid enough attention to them to always get it right.
    “Did you do that with girlfriends?” she asked after one particularly amusing story. “Switch places? I’ve heard of twins doing that.”
    Sean shook his head. He spoke quietly as he studied her. “There has only been one woman in our lives at a time. We have always shared.”
    Megan felt prickles along her skin. She wished she hadn’t asked, but she couldn’t stop herself from pressing on. “Have you had a lot of girlfriends that you’ve shared?”
    Nick spoke, drawing her attention to him. “We’ve had few real relationships and only one serious relationship, but that was a long time ago. We have just ‘played’ with women.”
    “Play as in BDSM?” She suddenly felt as if she was just one of many partners they had “played” with.
    Sean seemed to sense where her mind had gone. He squeezed her arm, his gaze sincere. “You’re different, Megan. We don’t think of you as someone just to play with. That’s why we’re willing to pursue