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Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a sigh. “If I am honest with you right now, I do not want anyone knowing what I’m about to say. Anyone, Isla. And that means B.”
Isla frowns as she scoots to the edge of the couch and picks up a long lighter, lighting the candle on the coffee table. She turns it toward me, and I read the label, Warm Sugar Cookie. “Spill it, girlfriend. You know you can tell me anything.” She looks genuinely concerned, and I want to tell her it’s not that big of a deal, but I don’t want to lie to her, either.
“I’m very, very messed up right now. Between Kade showing up at the wedding, seeing him again, seeing Spence again, both of them working for us… It just feels like we’re in high school again.”
Isla quirks an eyebrow at me. “I know you always felt conflicted about Spence and Kade. It’s one of the first, albeit intoxicated, conversations we had. This has to be hard on you. It makes sense that you’re messed up. This is why I was worried about bringing Kade on. Shit, I was worried about offering Spence a position. And this is why.”
I sigh and breathe in the scent of the candle, my stomach growling instinctively. “That’s part of why I’m messed up. This weird, masochistic part of my brain is happy to be around the two of them, even if I hate Kade. Even if I never got over my little thing for Spence. It’s like… I’m almost weirdly excited to be near the two of them again. And I cannot process how that’s possible.”
Isla smiles, shaking her head. “Only you, Declan. You are the only woman who would be excited to be around the two men who always had their weird holds around you.” She bites down on her lip and taps one red-manicured fingernail against her cheek. “Also, if I can just say this… Before I was ever around Spence or Kade—so, you know, up until recently—I didn’t know if you were just being a nostalgic bitch.” She laughs and I swat at her. “Seriously, though. We tend to remember shit differently in our heads, you know? But I’ve seen the way both of those men look at you, and it’s very clear that while they may be on very different pages as brothers, there’s one common denominator. And that’s you.”
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It wouldn’t be girls’ night without a billion rapid-fire questions about the current state of my love life.Mia has finally made it. Well, she made it over an hour ago now, and we’re all pretty damn tipsy. Or maybe we’re drunk. Either way, we’ve had some alcohol.
“Okay, but… I’m so lost, I can barely see straight.” Mia puts her head into her hands where she sits on one of the chairs in Isla and Bordeaux’s penthouse.
My eyes flash over to her as I sip from my wineglass. She’s so freaking pretty it hurts. Miller’s little sister has the same dark eyes as he does, the same dark hair. Their features are bold and beautiful.
Isla comes back into the living room with another bottle of wine. It’s just the three of us tonight. Sometimes Veronica, Isla’s sister, comes, but she’s busy planning a big wedding with her girlfriend, Dani.
“Now that Kade and Spence are both working for Rebellion, and they’ll both be touring with us…” she trails off before she picks up again, “where does that leave your little love triangle?”
A snort escapes my nose as I let out a laugh. “What? Love triangle?” I ask, my voice cracking. “Now, I’m lost.”
“Oh my God, Dec. Don’t be dense. The three of you are absolutely in a love triangle.” Isla sticks out her tongue at me like we’re ten, and I scrunch up my face.
But while my face is scrunched up, a lightbulb clicks on in my mind.
A fucking love triangle.
Am I in a half-assed love triangle that none of us really admit to or know about? Or are Isla and Mia reading the situation way wrong?
“Kade got married, Spence was dating a chick in a cult, and I’m the only one who hasn’t fully moved on.” Unless you count almost marrying Lucas as moving on. I sigh. “We all have quite literally had other lives since the last time the three of us were around each other.” I try to reason it out in my head, but I feel like I’m drowning.
I’ve already decided that I will never tell Spence how I feel about him—I decided that years ago. As for Kade… he fucked me over five years ago. He left me without so much as a damn goodbye, and it became very apparent that he was lying to me when he was telling me he wanted a life with me.
But now he’s back, and he wants to talk.
Maybe I should listen.
Or maybe I just need a familiar body on top of me. I don’t know. My thoughts are racing, and now I don’t know if that was a lightbulb that clicked in my head or the last of my decent brain cells popping away. It’s probably the wine swirling in my veins. I’m already feeling like this is messy and not a good idea, but why the hell not? I could use an outlet for my pent-up sexual frustration, and at one time, Kade was the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with—even if he was more of a consolation prize than a golden trophy.
Fuck, I am literally out of my mind right now.
And this is a really bad idea.
But that doesn’t stop me from taking my phone out and pulling up his contact information. I should probably wait until I’m sober before I make some rash decision to hear him out.
But that doesn’t stop me from hitting the chat icon underneath his name and typing out a message to him.
Me: You want to talk, let’s talk.
Sober me is so going to regret this…
But that doesn’t stop me from hitting send.
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