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realized Troy wasn’t where he’d fallen asleep. Rolling over in a hurry she found that Angel was gone too. She felt alone suddenly. Empty. Where did they go? Lifting to an elbow, she noted their clothes were gone off the floor. They left? The house was silent. Not a flicker of sound told her they were still there.
    She was alone in her home once more. And she’d never felt more deserted in her life. But why would they leave? They’d said they wanted to be with her. They’d both said they wanted to try to create something special, something deeper. Then why would they leave? She stuffed her face into the pillow, the one Troy had slept on and found his scent still clinging to it. Clutching the other, she held Angel’s pillow with it, burying her face into them.
    The scar. She knew it would be too much. She knew her past would ruin things, but she felt stronger around them. They hadn’t laughed or ridiculed her at any time. She’d honestly begun to believe them. She’d been able to take a chance and let herself care. To believe in the fantasy.
    She snorted. Yeah, heck of a fantasy. Two men, and you. At least she hadn’t let her feelings slip. That would have been humiliating.
    Dejected, she worked her way out of bed, cleaning up the room on the way to the bathroom. There wasn’t much, but the signs of last night lingered. The robe, a crumpled washcloth. And several condoms on the nightstand by her bed. Opening the drawer, she dumped those into it, then left for the bathroom to shower.
    Twenty minutes later she was in the kitchen drinking a glass of juice. Something in the living room caught her eye. Walking forward, confusion filled her. The gaming console was still there, where they’d left it the night before. They didn’t take it with them?
    Were they in that much of a hurry to leave? Had it all been a lie? How much? Had they meant any of it? She feared now that she’d let herself care, the truth was too obvious. She knew they were younger, impulsive. But she’d wanted to believe. And now she was alone.
    Pain stabbed her, right below her heart, and she wrapped an arm around her middle to stave off the ache. Whirling, she stormed into to the kitchen to throw the rest of her juice out.
    Just as she was about to begin ripping cords out of sockets, the doorbell rang. She yanked the door open instead. “What?”
    Troy blinked, his brown eyes filling with confusion. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
    She glared at him. “Don’t call me that. Just get your damn game and go.”
    “Wha-What? Why?”
    He stumbled, being pushed from behind into the house. “Jerk,” Troy muttered pointedly at Angel, who leaned on the closed door, crossing his arms.
    “Okay, first, why are you yelling? And why do you want us to leave?” Thunderheads gathered over his gaze as he waited, meeting her glare for glare.
    “Couldn’t get out of here fast enough, could you? Was any of it real? You got what you wanted, now get your game and get out!”
    “Get out—” Troy and Angel shared a stupefied look. “Honey, we went home to shower and change clothes.”
    She felt the blood drain from her face. “You did?” It was horrid that her voice chose that moment to squeak.
    They both nodded.
    “In fact, it was something we wanted to talk to you about, to think about.”
    She cleared her throat, trying to quickly move past her doubts and faux pas. “What was?”
    “If you’d be okay if we left clothes here. We know it’s too soon to talk about moving in together, but we’re all in this, and we all get a say.” They both seemed confused, and a little hurt. Damn it!
    It was all Michelle could do to stare blankly at Troy. “You left…for clothes…to keep here?”
    Angel straightened off the door. “Michelle, it’s time you accepted something, so listen very carefully.” He kissed her lightly, his palms cupping her cheeks. “We love you. As in, over the moon, head over heels, want to spend the rest of our lives with you, in love.