The look on his face is different from what I’ve seen before, but there’s something else. Something in his eyes that tells me he’s dead serious about what comes out of his mouth next.
“Maybe she shouldn’t have to choose.” His eyes meet mine, challenge flaring. “Think about it.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the steady patter of rain.
My mind spins as I sink back into my chair, Brex’s words echoing in my head. Could it work? The three of us?
My phone buzzes.
IZ
So? Is Rey okay?
She’s fine. Minor bump on the head. Dave cleared her.
IZ
And how are YOU doing?
I hesitate. My twin always knows when I’m not telling her everything.
Not great. Brex suggested something crazy.
IZ
What?
I stare at the phone. How do I even explain this? My sister knows some of my past. I’ve hinted at what Brex and I get into sometimes.
He thinks we should pursue her. Together.
Three dots appear, then disappear before my phone rings, Lizzy’s name lighting up my screen.
I shake my head, swiping up to answer. “Hey.”
“Like... a throuple?”
“Yeah.”
I can almost see the grin on my sister’s face when she asks, “And how to you feel about that?”
“I told you. It can’t happen. Not with my job.”
“You didn’t answer my question. How do you feel?”
The truth is, the idea of sharing Reyna with Brex makes my stomach twist in a way I can’t quite identify. Not jealousy exactly. Something more primal. The voyeur in me is at war with wanting to watch him take her and me wanting to keep her all to myself.
“Not sure yet.”
“Fuck that. You’re just scared.”
“Am not.”
“Then why haven’t you talked to her about what happened between you two?”
When I don’t answer, her heavy sigh cuts through my silence.
“Just… talk to her. If anything, it’ll help clear the air. Maybe make it not so awkward between you two now that you’re working together.”