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I sigh, losing the battle to tamp this wave of jealousy down. Yes, I would also love to be the center of three men’s worlds the way my best friend is.
Instead, I spear two more bacon-wrapped dates with my fork.
If I can’t have three men, I can at least have three of these.
Sure. That’s the same thing.
CHAPTER 29
Luna
“That’s it then,” Elise says to me, taking off her apron and giving me a smile. “You’re all set for tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much, seriously,” I tell her, giving a happy sigh as I give one last look at the fridge filled with macarons, pain au chocolat, eclairs, cupcakes, and a cake for a wedding tomorrow. I close the fridge and put my hands on my hips.
The last three days have been crazy busy preparing for this wedding and several other events and I’m a mess, covered in frosting and flour, hair up in a tight ponytail. Elise has worked two ten hour days back-to-back and somehow still looks like a pin-up model. I’ve always been just a little jealous of her curves and her glossy black hair, but never more so than right now when I look like a twelve-year-old let loose in the kitchen and she looks photo-shoot ready in tight jeans and a blouse with cherries on it. Her lipstick isn’t even smudged.
She even pulls out her giant handbag and steps into cherry-red heels in place of her work sneakers. “It was fun,” she says. “And the cake turned out beautifully. The bride is going to love it, Luna.”
I blow my bangs out of my eyes. “I hope so.”
Even though I’m tired, it’s a good exhaustion. I feel accomplished and ahead of the game for the first time in months. There’s literally nothing left to do until Wednesday except make sure Brady delivers the macarons to a birthday party while I take the cake to the wedding reception.
I want to celebrate. But it occurs to me that once Elise walks out the door, I’ll be alone with nothing to do. Alexsei is in Seattle. It’s the second round of the playoffs and the Racketeers have won two of the first three games already. Dani is there, too, watching Crew play with my parents.
Owen is obviously in Seattle as well, though I’m trying not to think too much about him. I refuse to allow him to ruin my budding relationship with Alexsei and Cam.
“Want to grab a drink?” I ask Elise. “My treat for all your Books and Buns hard work?”
Elise’s face falls. “Oh my God, girl, I’d love to, but I have a date tonight.” She gives me a grin. “You should grab a bottle of wine, go upstairs and watch your man on the ice while you rub one out.”
That makes me laugh. I told Elise I’ve been dating Alexsei because I’ve been getting quirky gifts from him every day while he’s been gone and she’s been witness to the deliveries. It was impossible to explain getting a box of Fancy Feast cat food with a note that said, “Missing you and your pussy,” without explaining it.
After her initial skepticism that I’m dating a hockey player—okay, she laughed her ass off at that—she’s been very supportive of my gushing and didn’t blink when I told her he’s also in love with Cam and we’re all dating. Now she’s just been enjoying teasing me, which I deserve. I did not tell her about Owen initially, because I wasn’t sure if he wanted Brady to know or not and now, well, it seems like a moot point to tell anyone about something that is no longer going on.
It makes me miss him and Alexsei even more. And yes, I’m horny, too. I have not been able to get our night together out of my head.
“That does sound like a great plan,” I tell her. “And basically my only option. Who’s your hot date with? Those heels are giving a vibe.”
She kicks her foot up. “Thanks! He’s probably a massive douchebag, but he has a beard, so I’m willing to give it a shot. Unless you want me to ghost him and hang out instead.”
“Oh, no, of course not!” I wave my hand. “Pfft. I’ll be fine. I’m an independent woman, remember?”
I am. Accomplished, successful, confident.
And a little deflated that I’m going to be alone tonight.
That’s ironic. The guys have been so respectful of my space and now I just want a big man fest. But that’s what’s cool about being in a relationship, right? Celebrating accomplishments, big and small, together. We’re so newly together that I just wish they were all here right now.
“You are an amazingly independent woman dating a couple of very sexy dudes. You have a life I can only dream of. Plus, you know lots of hockey players you could introduce me to.” She lifts her perfect eyebrows up and down. “Do hockey players like big tits because I've got a pair they can rest their weary post-game heads on.” She grabs her boobs and jiggles them up and down.
“You really do have a great pair,” I tell her honestly. “Plus, you’re smart as hell and a creative genius who keeps me calm in times of crisis. Any man would be lucky to have you, but unless you want to date a nineteen-year-old hockey player, I think the rest are all taken. At least on the Racketeers.”
“Boo.” She pouts. “I would break a nineteen-year-old. If there are any breakups among the older guys and they need a vagina to lean on, let me know. I can be very comforting.”
I laugh again. “I bet.” Then I can’t resist a pun because I know she’ll love it. “I’ll keep you abreast if anything happens.”
She gives a cackle. “Was that a boob pun? I love it. You really are more relaxed these days.” She blows me a kiss. “Have fun with your wine. Bye!”
