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I stared at him, confused. “Why would I do that?” My voice was a rough whisper. I didn’t want to wake Megan up.
“You’re hers, she’s yours…”
“Before tonight. You knew that. This was just more official. Nothing else has changed.” I didn’t believe my own words.
Landon’s scoff said he didn’t either. “Everything has changed.”
No. I wouldn’t let this be a drastic disruption. I wasn’t sure why keeping the rest of our plans status quo was so important, but it was. “Everything is stillonso to speak. The list. All of it. Besides, Megan will be sad if you go.” I meant to stop there. That should be the end of my thought. “I’ll miss you too. Stay.”
Landon stared at me for what felt like the longest time, but was probably only a few seconds. Another impulse sparked inside, to reach out and close those last few inches between us. To kiss him. To make him believe what I was saying.
I squashed the urge, and instead grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bedroom. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to pull him into bed with us.
For me, there had only been Megan for so long. I’d never considered there might be someone else, especially in addition to, and not instead of.
I couldn’t think about this tonight. I had her, and he was sticking around. That was what mattered right now.
22
landon
Saturday morning, we hit up one of the hotel restaurants for breakfast. Because we’d been in the group stuck on the coaster last night, we had a stack of vouchers for meals, spa trips, and so much more that we’d never be able to do in the next twenty-four hours.
If I could get my landlord to accept a couple of those for rent, I’d be great.
The meal had lost some of the lighthearted, easy fun that had been there over the last few days. At least for me. Megan and Nigel were doing great.
It wasn’t that there was anything overt or in-my-face about their behavior, but the little things were adding up. The little touches, the extra laughs, and the shy-slash-sly glances. None if it should bother me. I knew Migal—Negan?—was going to be a thing. Seeing it sucked anyway.
Did this hurt more than it had with Brian?
The man I’d loved for years before I lost him to our third?
Of course this wasn’t more painful. The aches of the past had dulled, and that was why this weight seemed heavier. Worse, I didn’t know which bothered me more—the way Megan bowed to Nigel, or the way Nigel worshiped Megan.
I didn’t know why this seemed anything but normal. I needed to get over it.
“What next?” Nigel asked as we walked out of the restaurant.
Megan’s fingers were tangled with his, so she tugged him with her when she drifted toward me. “Notbungee jumping. I need to work my way back up tooh God, oh God, we’re all gonna die.” Her bare shoulder brushed my arm, and a spark of want spilled through me.
From a bare arm.
The fuck?
It would be so easy to take her other hand. To add myself to the chain of the two of them.
I jammed my hands in my pockets instead.
“So ziplining over Fremont street is out?” Nigel teased.
“That’s a thing?” I was intrigued, which was exactly the opposite reaction I needed right now. It was time to start distancing myself from them and their plans if I was feeling attached.
Megan shook her head. “You guys can go if you want. I’ll take pictures from the safety of the ground. There’s a place that has donuts as big as your head.”
With his free hand, Nigel rapped his knuckles against his skull. “I’ve got a pretty big head.”
“I’ll say.” This was too easy. Too fun. “But maybe no donuts until at least a few hours after that breakfast we just had. “What about—” My phone ringing saved me from digging myself deeper into the conversation, and I fished it from my pocket. “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
