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I had a few calls to make anyway. Hudson would be up already, but I’d need to make the other call in a few hours.
And until then, I had to try my damnedest to not think too hard about what happened last night.
19
Evie
I was running on fumes and confusion as I got ready in the morning to deal with the day.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Gage. About Sawyer.
About the fact that I didn’t know how I felt about either one of them.
In Wendover, it all seemed so easy. Almost a game.
Correction—definitely a game. One with so much subtext I missed. That I was still missing. Who was the real Sawyer?
The man in Nevada? The one who walked into my store the following Monday? The person I talked to last night? Because that man seemed so real. So hurt. Had so much more in common with me than I wanted to admit.
And Gage was a whole ‘nother bundle of questions.
What a ridiculous problem to have. I should feel the same way I did a few days ago. That Gage was the guy I could count on no matter what, and Sawyer was an asshole who wasn’t worth the breath it took to say his name.
It was shitty of me to get pissed at Gage because Sawyer kissed him, and then for me to turn around and kiss Sawyer. Then again, as I stared at myself in the mirror, searched green eyes while I finished my makeup, I had no idea what Gage and I were to each other.
Friends. Right? That was what he kept confirming for me.
But did he?
Sawyer seemed so certain that Gage and I had some sort of soul mate connection. As if I just refused to admit that we were always going to be.
Why was I giving headspace to any of this when I had real problems to consider—Terrance may be stealing from me. I was still only a few weeks from losing my store.
And instead of focusing on those things, I was wondering about my heart.
Maybe I was an idiot, but I couldn’t do anything about the big problems right at this moment—I had to wait for my plans to play out—so talking to Gage made the most sense.
I found him in his restaurant, in back, working with Knox in the brew house. They both saw me at the same time and Knox’s “I’m gonna go somewhere else” overlapped with my “Can we talk?”
“Yeah. Good call.” Gage seemed to be talking to both of us.
I held my tongue until Knox was gone, as much because I was searching for the right way to start this conversation as anything.
Gage opened his mouth.
If I let him go first, I’d lose what I needed to say. What did I need to say? “I-have-to-tell-you-something,” I blurted out the words in a blur.
“Me too, but you first.”
“I know I don’t have to tell you every guy I sleep with, and you keep saying we’re still friends no matter what, but…” I trailed off as I watched Gage’s expression shift from neutral to a scowl as I talked.
“Who?”
“Sawyer. But when I say sleep I literally mean sleep.” As I talked, Gage raked his fingers through his hair. “We were talking, not fucking. Though there was some kissing.”
Gage was pacing now, tiny back and forth steps that halted when I paused. He puffed out his cheeks and focused on me. “I like this woman, and I don’t know how to tell her.”
The coffee in my stomach soured. That was the last thing I expected him to say. This was Travis all over again—except Gage wasn’t borrowing me into bankruptcy. But how did I read the situation so wrong?
