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Juliet took Margo through a brief—very brief—rundown of what had happened to get her, Sparks and Tristan to this point. She left out a few salient details.

Like double penetration, because that was implied, right? At least it should be. What was the point of having an extra set of tires if you didn’t ride them down the road?

She also didn’t mention a certain phone call she’d made to a certain tabloid to inform them of a certain new threesome that may or may not be occurring.

A move she would forever think of as possibly her worst, ever.

Dumb times infinity.

“So you called in that blind item, and Tristan freaked out. Jesus, Jules, what do you expect? He told you he was worried about his reputation, and you basically just threw his worst fear in his face.”

Juliet blinked. “Are you reading minds now?”

“No. I just know you. And I know me too. We’ve had so many years of living in lockdown that another lie must’ve been unbearable for you. I saw you at dinner. You were holding back so much, and I didn’t even guess the half.”

“I couldn’t stand what they were saying about Sparks. Diminishing him that way. Tristan would be more acceptable in their narrow-eyed view, but not what we were doing. Not that we were all fucking together.”

“No need to brag. I drew the mental pictures just fine.”

Juliet’s lips curved. “Fucking was an adjective in that case rather than a verb. But if the condom fits…”

“There’s my Jules. You had me worried.”

“That’s just it. I’m not. I’m not the same as I was. Not the same as I was a month ago, or last year. It sounds so clichéd and God knows I usually think most romance is worth a dollar and a dream, but I feel different.” She swallowed over the ever-present lump in her throat. “I am different.”

“I get it. Love is as much about being changed by it as falling for another person. Or two people. Or three. When it’s right, it makes everything new again.”

“Yeah. I guess I didn’t realize. I mean, I thought I might be on my way to loving my ex, but—”

“But it wasn’t right.”

“No. Not just because of the accident, but because of me. I didn’t feel like this with him. I wasn’t this way.” Annoyed with herself, Juliet rubbed the heel of her hand over her cheeks. “I feel like I’m talking New Agey gibberish. Like I don’t even know who I am anymore. I was so anti-romance. So anti any of this.”

“That doesn’t keep you safe, you know. It just keeps you alone. I should know. I was alone a damn long time.”

Juliet sniffled. “But you took the risk and it was worth it.”

“So worth it. So scary and so huge, but so, so worth it. You know how it is. The bigger the climb, the—”

“Steeper the fall?”

“I was going to say the more exciting the summit, but pick your metaphor.”

“I’ll pick yours.” Juliet smiled. “I like it better.”

“An optimistic Juliet rather than rebellious. Yes, there are changes in the wind. Though you’re still pretty wild, because um, two guys. Right.”

Juliet laughed. “You’re making me blush.”

“You’re making me blush, and I have Simon. Nothing should be capable of making me blush anymore. Seriously nothing. And yet, you always one-up me. Two-up me in this case.” Margo paused a moment. “I’m really happy for you, Jules. Honestly. I’m so glad you found the right guys for you. It isn’t easy to do. It’s a gigantic world out there, and there’s a lot of bullshit.”

“Did you miss the part where we’re broken up?”

“No. I also didn’t miss the part where you have one of your guys in your apartment, and you’re not in there talking to him and making sure he understands he’s not a runner up or just the guy who stuck around. That you love him too, just as much as Tristan.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Juliet rubbed her fingers under her eyes and scooted to the edge of the sofa. “I was giving him space, but maybe neither of us needs that right now.”

“No. You need each other. Let him know how you feel. Don’t leave him wondering about you too.”

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