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He runs a hand through his hair before glancing in the rearview mirror and backing out. “About a year ago,” he answers as he shifts the truck into drive. “I met her at the resort when I was playing around on the bike park. We clicked.”
I expected that, and while it doesn’t make me angry, it does have me confused. “So, when I said my new boss was a girl and I’d hooked up with her you had no idea it was Becca? She was Jackson’s assistant for God’s sake.”
“I’m just as shocked by this as you.” His wide brown eyes meet mine briefly before darting back to the road. “Jackson always talked about Bec, not Becca. I never realized it was a nickname until she told me that a few minutes ago.”
My head bobs absently as his words sink in. I hate to admit it, but that’s just as plausible as me not realizing Jackson’s assistant was a woman, since no one specifically mentioned it. It’s one hell of a coincidence, both of us sleeping with the same woman and not connecting the dots before now. Though it pales in comparison to the real issue. “You said you clicked. What does that mean?”
Jace’s grip tightens on the steering wheel, giving me my answer.
“It was more than just sex. Shit,” I answer for him. My head falls against the headrest as the magnitude of this sinks in.
“What makes you say that?” He sends a nervous glance my way as he turns out of the resort.
“The way she was looking at you. The woman could barely look away. Like you’re important to her.”
He shakes his head without taking his eyes off the road. “That’s the look she was giving you.”
My heartbeat accelerates with those words, though it feels wrong to enjoy them sitting next to my boyfriend, so I deflect. “You were staring at her the same way,” I retort, “like nothing else existed. You want her.”
“I… Shit.” He slaps the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “I did. Maybe I still do? I don’t know… I was happy to see her,” he adds.
“Is she a former lover, or someone you could love?” I ask softy. I don’t need him to answer to confirm which she is, but if we have any hope of staying together, I need to know he’ll be honest about this.
Jace flexes his hand on the wheel. “I’ve been with my fair share of women over the years, and she’s the only one I’ve thought about after…” He swallows audibly and tenses his jaw. “I don’t know if that means I could love her. I just know she’s special somehow.”
“I get it,” I sigh. “There’s something about her…”
“She’s been hurt before,” he cuts me off. “I kind of want to protect her, only…”
“Only she’s not weak, and you admire that,” I finish the thought that might as well have been my own.
A nostalgic smile tugs at the corner of Jace’s lip. “Yeah. Before her, I didn’t know a person could be fragile and strong at the same time.”
“Before her I didn’t know just talking could be such a turn on. Or pink hair.”
“It looks amazing on her doesn’t it.” Jace relaxes back into the driver’s seat, his earlier stiffness gone.
“I’m sorta partial to the bike shorts she wears.” I close my eyes, picturing the way her sleek calves poke out from those shorts as she walks. “Damn, she looks good in those.”
“She’s sexy as hell on a bike.”
“And in bed.”Yeah, I went there, only because it’s true.
“Fuck!” Jace slaps the wheel again. “This is either gonna make things real simple or real complicated.”
“How could they possibly be simple?” I snort.
I see Jace shrug from the corner of my eye. “The three of us already like each other.”
“The key word there isthree. As in more than two.” I pin him with a look that saysdo the math.
“You and I are bi. If we date a woman together it means we don’t have to ignore part of who we are.” His words come out so nonchalantly, you’d almost think they were no big deal, but for me it’s a very big deal. I struggled most of my life to figure out if I preferred men or women, and even when I finally realized I didn’t have to pick, I never considered that I could havebothat the same time. Not permanently, not even temporarily. That’s not how relationships work, right? He can’t be suggesting that. Can he?
“Let me get this straight, are you implying we share a woman? That we share each other? Isn’t that like cheating?” I rub my forehead to stave off the tension behind my eyes.
“Not if we all agree to it.”
“Hold up.” I lift my hand like a stop sign. “Why are we having this conversation? Just yesterday we agreed to focus onus, trying to make that work.”
