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“Ugh, and the way they kiss. Brody is passionate yet gentle and playful, while Hayden is a bit more intense. I have this connection with Brody. We can talk for hours, and it’s just so comfortable, and with Hayden, the chemistry is so hot. Well, it’s hot with both of them…” I sigh, my body heating up at just the thought of being with either of them.
“Wow,” Lacey says, shaking her head. “You’ve really fallen for them both.”
“I know.” I groan. “It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t imagine not being with either of them. How the heck am I supposed to break up with one of them?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “I wish I had a better answer for you, but I honestly don’t know what you should do. When I fell for Sam, I knew he was the one, but there was only him.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “Just remember to follow your heart. It won’t steer you wrong.”
I release a harsh breath and nod, wishing it were that easy. “So what were you begging me for?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Sam is making me go to the grand opening of Silk tonight, and you know he’ll spend the entire time talking business. I was begging you to come with us, so I’ll have someone to hang out and talk with.”
“The strip club?” I’ve heard her talk about it on occasion. Her husband is the head architect on the renovations project to turn what was once a seedy strip club into something more… high-class. I’m not sure a strip club of any kind can be considered high-class, but who am I to judge since I’ve never been to one?
“It’s also a steakhouse,” she points out.
“With naked women dancing,” I volley, scrunching my nose. Again, I’m not judging, but that’s not exactly where I want to spend my Saturday night.
“The food and drinks will be delicious. Sam says even the women dancing are the best, and that it’s not trashy. It’s a playground for the obscenely wealthy. He wants me there, and I can’t say no since I’m his wife, but I’d really love it if you would go with me so I’m not alone. All the wives and girlfriends will be there, and I never fit in.”
Her face drops, and the saddest pout graces her lips. I groan, knowing I’m going to agree to go because when she does that shit, I can’t say no.
“Ugh, fine. But I have nothing to wear.”
“Eeep! Yay! Thank you!” She throws her arms around me. “We can go shopping after we close. My treat since you’re doing me the favor.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AUBREE
Brody: Thinking about you. Would love to see you soon. Maybe Monday?
I stare at the text, wanting so badly to say yes, but instead, I close out of the message thread and drop my phone into my purse. I told myself until I figure out which guy I’m picking, I won’t be seeing either one, but it’s so hard when I miss them both.
Jesus, how did I get myself into this mess? To go from having no one—feeling lonely and wondering if I would ever be able to move on—to caring about not one but two sexy and sweet guys?
My taxi pulls up to the front of Silk, and after paying him, I get out, so I can head down the black carpet to where the bouncer stands, letting people in. Since I needed to get ready, and Lacey’s house is nowhere near mine, I insisted we meet here. There was no reason for them to drive all the way over to get me, only to go back up to where Silk is located.
As I walk across the carpet, with several photographers and paparazzi snapping pictures of everyone, I’ve never been so grateful to Lacey for buying me this dress. It’s a long-sleeved, black-laced skater dress with a plunging neckline that shows off my curves in the best way, hiding my flaws and accentuating my assets. So that I’m comfortable yet stylish, I went with my favorite lace-up front stiletto heeled mesh boots. It gives me the sexiness and height without killing my feet. I kept my hair down and straightened it, something I rarely do since it’s so thick and takes forever to straighten. Then I went heavy on my eye makeup, giving myself a smoky look. I must admit, I look good, sexy even. For the past few years, I’ve been down on myself and my curves, but being with Brody and Hayden has given me my confidence back, especially when they both look at me like they want to devour my body every time we’re around each other.
“Aubree Heart,” I tell the bouncer, giving him my maiden name since I started using that shortly after Pete died. The kids have Westley—which was his last name, but I found it too hard to explain when people would ask if I’m married or divorced, and I’d have to explain I’m a widow. I’ll always be Aubree Westley-Heart, but it just hurts less to go by Aubree Heart.
