long and passionate.
“I missed you,” he murmured against my hair. “And I’m sorry for how I left things the other night.” His apology sank into me, soothing an anxiety I hadn’t been able to quell.
“I thought you might not show, because of the messages I sent last night.” I didn’t want to bring them up, but sweeping them under the rug wouldn’t help anyone.
“I almost didn’t.” He pulled back enough to study my face. “I… uh… made a call, after you texted me. What you said on Tuesday made me think about things I’ve been trying really hard not to think about. I don’t know if I can do what you’re asking, but you’re right. I don’t want to lose my best friend.”
A hand settled on the small of my back. I assumed not Trevor’s, since he still grasped my hips.
“Hey, Kitten.” Evan’s familiar voice lifted my spirits further. I leaned back into his touch, careful not to break contact with Trevor.
“We talked a lot,” Trevor said.
This had to be good news, or they wouldn’t both be here. “And…?”
“But not about everything ,” Evan added.
Trevor furrowed his brow. “Apparently there are some things he can’t say without you here. You’re his translator?”
“I don’t think that’s quite right.” Then again, I didn’t know for certain. Evan seemed to hold a few missing pieces to this conversation. I reluctantly extracted myself from his touch and turned to face him. “I can’t translate, unless I know what I’m saying.”
“Let’s go inside.” Evan nudged me. “We’ll sit. We’ll talk.”
Trevor trailed his hand down my arm and tangled his fingers with mine. “Come on.”
Whatever they’d hashed out, apparently the jealousy had faded. Neither one of them seemed to have a problem with the other touching me. I wasn’t complaining, but I wondered what I’d missed.
I stepped away and leaned against the wall, so I could see them both. “I won’t be tag-teamed.” I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Maybe not the best phrasing.
Evan lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice quiet. “I thought this was part of the point.”
Trevor shook his head, but he didn’t look irritated. “Inside. We’ll talk. Or someone will.” He shot Evan a pointed glare.
“Fine.” Evan held his hands up in surrender, but he was smiling.
Moments later, we were seated at a in the back of the restaurant. Evan and Trevor knew the host, so despite the Friday night crowd, we had a premium, almost private spot. I hesitated next to the booth. Who sat next to whom?
Each guy slid into a separate side, making my decision even more difficult. Trevor grabbed my hand and tugged, and Evan didn’t look even a little bit hurt by the gesture. This was too easy.
I locked my gaze on Evan. “What did you tell him?”
Evan stared back without hesitation. “I told him I’d back down if you both wanted me to, but he had to hear me out, and you had to be okay with it.”
I pursed my lips and looked between the two. “I think I’ve made myself clear.”
Trevor squeezed my knee. I wanted to be irritated with him— with both of them—for spoon-feeding me this information, but the gesture was reassuring. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before finally speaking. “I told him I wasn’t going to choose between him and you.”
Great. Now we were back to the part where Kathryn stepped aside, so two great guys could stay friends. I didn’t begrudge them the decision, but I would miss them. A lump grew in my throat, and I tried to swallow past it. “And?”
“And he got really stubborn and just kept repeating I had to hear him out and you had to be there.”
I looked back at Evan. “Are you enjoying this?”
His smugness faltered. “Not as much as you might think. I’m kind of terrified, honestly. I know what I said before, but maybe you could—”
“No.” I kept my voice kind. As much as I wanted this out in the open, it wasn’t my place to do the
“I missed you,” he murmured against my hair. “And I’m sorry for how I left things the other night.” His apology sank into me, soothing an anxiety I hadn’t been able to quell.
“I thought you might not show, because of the messages I sent last night.” I didn’t want to bring them up, but sweeping them under the rug wouldn’t help anyone.
“I almost didn’t.” He pulled back enough to study my face. “I… uh… made a call, after you texted me. What you said on Tuesday made me think about things I’ve been trying really hard not to think about. I don’t know if I can do what you’re asking, but you’re right. I don’t want to lose my best friend.”
A hand settled on the small of my back. I assumed not Trevor’s, since he still grasped my hips.
“Hey, Kitten.” Evan’s familiar voice lifted my spirits further. I leaned back into his touch, careful not to break contact with Trevor.
“We talked a lot,” Trevor said.
This had to be good news, or they wouldn’t both be here. “And…?”
“But not about everything ,” Evan added.
Trevor furrowed his brow. “Apparently there are some things he can’t say without you here. You’re his translator?”
“I don’t think that’s quite right.” Then again, I didn’t know for certain. Evan seemed to hold a few missing pieces to this conversation. I reluctantly extracted myself from his touch and turned to face him. “I can’t translate, unless I know what I’m saying.”
“Let’s go inside.” Evan nudged me. “We’ll sit. We’ll talk.”
Trevor trailed his hand down my arm and tangled his fingers with mine. “Come on.”
Whatever they’d hashed out, apparently the jealousy had faded. Neither one of them seemed to have a problem with the other touching me. I wasn’t complaining, but I wondered what I’d missed.
I stepped away and leaned against the wall, so I could see them both. “I won’t be tag-teamed.” I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Maybe not the best phrasing.
Evan lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice quiet. “I thought this was part of the point.”
Trevor shook his head, but he didn’t look irritated. “Inside. We’ll talk. Or someone will.” He shot Evan a pointed glare.
“Fine.” Evan held his hands up in surrender, but he was smiling.
Moments later, we were seated at a in the back of the restaurant. Evan and Trevor knew the host, so despite the Friday night crowd, we had a premium, almost private spot. I hesitated next to the booth. Who sat next to whom?
Each guy slid into a separate side, making my decision even more difficult. Trevor grabbed my hand and tugged, and Evan didn’t look even a little bit hurt by the gesture. This was too easy.
I locked my gaze on Evan. “What did you tell him?”
Evan stared back without hesitation. “I told him I’d back down if you both wanted me to, but he had to hear me out, and you had to be okay with it.”
I pursed my lips and looked between the two. “I think I’ve made myself clear.”
Trevor squeezed my knee. I wanted to be irritated with him— with both of them—for spoon-feeding me this information, but the gesture was reassuring. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before finally speaking. “I told him I wasn’t going to choose between him and you.”
Great. Now we were back to the part where Kathryn stepped aside, so two great guys could stay friends. I didn’t begrudge them the decision, but I would miss them. A lump grew in my throat, and I tried to swallow past it. “And?”
“And he got really stubborn and just kept repeating I had to hear him out and you had to be there.”
I looked back at Evan. “Are you enjoying this?”
His smugness faltered. “Not as much as you might think. I’m kind of terrified, honestly. I know what I said before, but maybe you could—”
“No.” I kept my voice kind. As much as I wanted this out in the open, it wasn’t my place to do the
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