by Mari Carr
“Wow. This took a bad turn,” Deni teased.
Price grinned. “What I’m saying is, I thought they were perfect because of all those superficial, stupid things. The fact is you’re the perfect one.”
Deni smiled. “Perfect is a hell of a lot better than special.”
Price laughed. “You’re both. And more. God, Denise. You’re everything to me.”
She wiped her eyes, not bothering to hide the tears their words had produced. Gunner had come to recognize her happy crying. “You both said that a lot better than me.”
Gunner grinned. “It’s not a contest. It’ll never be that between us.”
“Just love?” she asked.
Gunner nodded. “And laughter. And maybe half a dozen kids.”
“And lots of games of hide and seek,” Price added.
Deni wrapped her arms around both of their necks and pulled them closer until the three of them were only a breath away from each other. “I love you. Now, how soon until we can head to the island?”
Epilogue
The Grand Master walked down the long corridor and released a sigh of relief. The triad of Price, Gunner and Deni had caused him a few sleepless nights as he considered how much could be lost if things didn’t go well. Seeing them today at the binding ceremony, recognizing the unmistakable love in their eyes, had set his mind at ease.
He entered his chambers, walked to his desk and sat. Before he could call the next trinity to the altar, there was a member in need of help. Marco Polin and Damon Corzo had been playing with fire for years. College friends, they’d joined the Trinity Masters together and then used the fact that they would one day be placed in an arranged-marriage ménage as an excuse to indulge.
Marco was a world famous cello player who had done more to make classical music sexy than anyone in the past hundred years. Damon had been groomed for law practically from childbirth and was one of the youngest partners in a heavy-hitting international firm. In a few more years, he would be a judge and in a prime position to help further the vision of the Trinity Masters.
But Damon was being blackmailed. His predilection for sharing pretty women—sometimes two or three at a time—with Marco had caught up with them. Photos of the two of them and some showgirls romping on a bed in Vegas had been delivered to Damon with a demand for a million dollars.
Unless the blackmailer could be found, Damon would never sit on the bench, and Marco’s career, which was built on the back of the courtly love of the world’s women, would be over, eliminating an important artistic voice.
But catching a blackmailer was no easy thing. There was only one Trinity Master who might be able to do it.
The Grand Master opened the file. Tasha Kash, born Natasha Kasharin, daughter of Russian spies, was a secret weapon of the United States government both abroad and domestically, and possibly the most dangerous member of the Trinity Masters.
The Grand Master had served as the leader of this secret society for nearly a decade, inheriting the position from his father. In all those years, he’d yet to make a match that didn’t take.
While that track record was impressive, it was also frightening. With each successful match, he felt more and more pressure to succeed.
And this next triad may be the riskiest one ever.