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With her, sex was more than the physical act. She towed him in, heart and soul. Blood and bones. He’d been 100 percent present with her, and then she threw him away. Walked out!
He’d told her if she really believed that what they had was a “fling,” she could march her ass out of his office for good. He knew damn well what they had wasn’t just sex or convenience. The dream he’d had about her was a prediction. Some part of his mind had known that she belonged in his arms and in his bed.
He never counted on her cutting him off at the knees. He missed her. He wanted her back. And yet he cared for her too much to demand more than she was willing to give.
“She told me she was getting married someday,” he told Gage and Reid. They both blanched at that confession. “That’s right, boys. She made sure to tell me she was getting married and since I made a pact never to be married, she didn’t want to lead me on.”
“She wouldn’t ask you to give up the pact,” Reid said with a disbelieving laugh.
“Wouldn’t she?” Flynn asked. He didn’t know the answer to that. “We only had a month together. What the hell am I supposed to say when she tells me she’s getting married someday and I have a pact not to so we may as well wrap up whatever fling we were having? She called it a fling, by the way. A fucking fling.”
“Was it?” Gage asked, his face drawn.
“Hell no it wasn’t a fling!” Flynn boomed. “And if she’s too hardheaded, or too dense or whatever other adjective you’d like to assign her, to realize that what we had was something special, then...then...”
“She doesn’t deserve you?” Reid filled in with a smirk.
“Shut up.” Flynn glowered.
“You know, we can sit here all day and wait, or you can admit how you feel about her now.” Gage crossed one leg, resting his ankle on his knee. He propped his elbow on the arm of the chair and did a good job of appearing as if he could sit there all day.
“Yep, and after you admit it to us—” Reid made a show of stretching and lacing his fingers behind his head “—then you can go tell her.”
“Tell her what?” Flynn asked, his blood pressure rising.
“You tell us.” Gage lifted his eyebrows in challenge.
“We can order in,” Reid said to Gage. “I haven’t had Indian in a while.”
“Great idea. Amar’s has the best naan.”
“Wrong. Gulzar’s is much better.”
“Hey,” Flynn growled. “Remember me? What the hell do you two want me to say?” He stepped out from behind his desk to pace.
Hands in his hair, he continued complaining, mostly about how he should fire both of them if this was the support he could expect from his other two best friends.
“What am I supposed to do? Go to her and tell her I have no idea what we had, but it’s not worth throwing out?”
“I think you’re going to have to do better than that,” Gage said and Reid nodded.
“What, then? Tell her she was special and I didn’t want her to leave?”
“Warmer,” Reid said.
“You want me to tell her...” Flynn sighed, his anger and frustration melting away. Could he say it aloud? Could he tell his two boneheaded friends the truth that he’d been avoiding since the first time he’d made love to Sabrina? “Tell her I’m in love with her and that she belongs with me?”
“By God, he said it.” Reid grinned.
“Shit.” Flynn sat on the corner of his desk, the weight of that admission stifling. Too stifling to remain standing.
“And then she’ll admit she loves you, too,” Gage said.
“Weren’t you listening? She ended us in this very office.”
“She’s scared of losing you,” Gage told him. “She cut things off before you could so that the two of you could remain friends.”
“I wasn’t going to cut things off! And if that’s true, why isn’t she here, huh?” Flynn gestured to her empty office. “Wouldn’t my friend be here still?”
