Dalton, Tymber - Stoneface (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton

everything he thought she’d be and more.
    Contingent, of course, upon Jack liking her.
    And, duh, being able to convince her to stay. Maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, but he really hoped he could talk her into staying.
    Tim didn’t love easy, and only once before, with Jack, had he felt the instantaneous, soul-wrenching attraction he felt with Gwen. A single gal who wrote the kind of stuff she did, she had to at least be open-minded to the possibility of two guys in her life, right?
    His cock hardened at the thought.

    * * * *

    He wouldn’t let her pay her own way into the park. They found the main office and repeated the routine of asking around to see if anyone remembered Amy. It wasn’t until they wandered through the artisan displays that Gwen thought of something. One woman sold gorgeous handmade silver jewelry. Amy had taken a picture of the same woman working on a piece.
    When Gwen showed her Amy’s picture, the woman nodded. “Yes, I remember her. We had a nice chat. It was a slow day, so she sat down and we talked for quite a while.”
    Gwen’s gut tightened. “Did you get the name of the man she was with?”
    The woman frowned. “She wasn’t with a man. She was alone.” She thought about it a moment longer. “Although she did take a phone call from someone, it sounded like she was meeting them nearby.”
    Gwen fought the urge to groan in frustration. “Thank you for your time.”
    Tim led her back to the car. “So close, and yet no cigar. Dammit, I wish Jack didn’t have court today. I know he’d help us.”
    “Silent Lucidity” rang on her phone. “Okay, I’m flying in tomorrow afternoon. Can you meet me at the airport, or do I need to get a taxi?”
    “I’ll meet you—” Tim tapped her leg to get her attention, then pointed at himself. She smiled. “I’ve just been told Tim will be coming with me to pick you up.”
    “Too bad he’s not single,” Liam joked. “He sounds like a great guy.”
    “Hey, if anyone gets dibs on him, it’s me,” she replied. Tim smiled and waggled his eyebrows at her. “How are you breaking the news to Mom?”
    “I’m not. I’m simply going. Ruthie’s sworn to secrecy. Mom’s out at one of her church group things for most of the day. I already snuck home, and Ruthie helped me grab some more stuff. No dice on Amy’s bank card. I found the log-in info, but there’s only some restaurant and gas charges, no hotel charges.”
    “How’d you get home?”
    “You left me your keys, remember?” His voice changed with another movie imitation. “I’m a very good driver.”
    “All right, Rain Man. You’re lucky I love you. She catches you driving, she’ll kill me.”
    “This is why I’m glad I’m living with you now, even if they don’t know it yet. Go have fun with your new boyfriend. Lucky girl. Maybe him and his boyfriend will want to help you reenact one of your books.”
    She reddened a little as she glanced over at Tim, who was doing a poor job of pretending not to listen to her end of the conversation. “Thanks. Talk to you later.”
    Tim started the car and smiled. “You are single, aren’t you?”
    Gwen laughed. “Yeah. Why?”
    He shrugged. “Wouldn’t want to be accused of stealing another guy’s girl, that’s all.” She didn’t question him or his playful, teasing smile.

    * * * *

    Jack had stewed all day. The woman from that morning started his day off badly, and it went downhill from there. The DA gave a methhead a plea bargain in exchange for turning on his dealer, but it meant the addict would be on the streets later that night on probation.
    All he wanted to do was go home, collapse, eat dinner, get a backrub from Tim, and hopefully get laid before falling asleep. The unfamiliar car sitting in his driveway would make that impossible, apparently. Tim’s car was gone, and he found no one home even though strange luggage and a laptop case sat on one of the guest room beds.
    Fantastic.
    He wondered who they