Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning Page A

and ran to the starry-nights room. The bed was made, and there was no sign of Brad anywhere.
    She went downstairs to see if he’d left a note, but she knew there wouldn’t be anything. She had cleared the table after dinner but left the dishes piled in the sink, unable to face them. Now they were gone, washed and put away, and there was a pot of coffee made with her mug sitting in front of it. Brad? she wondered but shook her head. More likely Jane, feeling compassion for the haggard, worried way she’d looked at dinner.
    As if on cue, Jane came into the kitchen behind her. She put an arm around Allie’s shoulder and pulled her close. Allie allowed it, feeling as if she couldn’t afford to alienate anyone else in her life at the moment.
    “You okay, sweetie?” Jane said softly.
    Allie nodded miserably, resolutely stopping the sniffle that wanted to escape. “Thanks for doing the dishes,” she said, stepping forward to take another mug out of the cupboard.
    “Oh, you’re welcome, honey.” Jane accepted the coffee, without cream or sugar, of course. Allie got out the leftover muffins and everything in the bread box and put it all on the kitchen table with juice and butter.
    As Allie toasted herself a bagel, she noticed glumly that Jane had pulled a low-fat yogurt out of the fridge for herself. But it didn’t matter, she thought. Jane, even though she was probably fifteen years older than Allie, still posed nude and needed to keep her figure. Allie most likely wasn’t going to have a man to stay thin for after last night.
    “So what happens now?” Jane asked as Allie defiantly spread cream cheese and jelly on her bagel, daring it to put another pound or two on her hips.
    “About what?” Allie asked, trying for nonchalance. She took a bite, savoring the creamy decadence.
    “About you and Brad. Was he mean about it? I am so sorry, again, sweetie. I could have positively kicked myself last night. I lay awake all night feeling just awful.”
    “It’s okay,” Allie said, taking another bite and wondering what all the fuss was about being skinny, anyway. It wasn’t worth giving up good food for.
    “Well, if he can’t see what an amazing person you are, he doesn’t deserve you,” Jane said stoutly, patting her shoulder. “And you still have us. We’ll stick by you even if that asshole goes back to Kansas City or wherever it is he came from.”
    Allie had been going to ask her who we was, but she was distracted by wondering how Jane knew that Brad was from Kansas City. She was opening her mouth to ask one of the questions, although she hadn’t decided which, when Karl came in the back door.
    “Morning,” he said civilly, smiling at Allie but giving Jane a stern look. “So,” he asked her, “are you leaving today?”
    “Leaving?” Jane sounded shocked. “I wouldn’t dream of it! Allie here is having a crisis. I am going to stay and help her through it.”
    Allie smiled at her a little uncertainly. She wasn’t absolutely sure she could handle any more of Jane’s “help,” but it seemed like she was trying to be kind.
    Karl rolled his eyes. “Allie is fine. She’s a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need any of our shoulders to lean on. Personally I’m surprised she hasn’t tossed all of us out on our ears yet.”
    He poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a muffin, leaning against the counter to eat it. “Don’t you have a job to get back to?” he asked pointedly.
    Jane gave him a sweet smile. “They can do without me for a while. This is more important.”
    “Why?”
    Allie was a little surprised at his rudeness and decided to cut in. She turned to Jane. “It’s very nice of you to want to help, but if you need to get back to your job…”
    Jane laughed and patted her hand. “Believe me, sweetie, they can get along for a few more days. And I don’t really want to leave you alone here with these two. I’m not sure they’re completely trustworthy.”
    “These two?”