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“Are you fucking kidding me?” Evie’s voice drilled into my sleep and mingled with a potent ache behind my eyes.
How much did I drink? Fuck, my head hurt. Why was I half naked and half under Gage?
And why was he staring at Evie with a dorky looking grin?
She stood at the edge of his living room, watching us with disbelief. She raked her fingers through her hair. “Is it me? Am I the problem?”
There were a lot of possible answers to her question, and I didn’t think she wanted to hear any I would come up with. On the one hand, I wanted to see Gage try, for the amusement factor. But I didn’t want to see them argue. I was tired of that.
“Nothing happened.” I pushed him off me enough that I could set up.
“Why are you here?” Gage winced at his question. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here, but we didn’t have plans, did we?”
“No. But I wanted to talk some more after yesterday.” Evie studied us. “Nothing happened?”
It was the next morning. Ouch.
Gage pushed away from me. “Kissing happened.”
“Drunk kissing. Not his fault.”
“I don’t care.” Evie turned away.
“You obviously care, because you’re looking around the room for a weapon,” I said. “Probably not to hit us with, but more because it’ll make you feel better.”
She scowled at me. “Get out of my head. Stay out of my head. I’m here to talk to Gage.”
“I’ll tell you what happened,” Gage pushed to his feet, putting even more distance between us. “Sawyer has to tell you some of it. He’s got a secret…”
Evie looked like she was ready to yield. She grabbed Gage’s T-shirt and tossed it at him. “I’ll go make coffee.” She walked out of the room.
“What are you going to tell her?” I could wait, but now I was curious. It wasn’t as if there was much to say beyond we got drunk.
Gage grabbed my pants and tossed them at me a lot harder than Evie had thrown his clothing. “The truth, and then you’ll share your idea.”
I wanted a reason to be smug about all of this, and I couldn’t manage. I felt things for both Evie and Gage—warm fuzzy things that made my stomach flutter and left an ache in my chest—and I didn’t know how to deal with those feelings. I didn’t want Evie mad at me and I was starting to like Gage.
What was wrong with me?
22
Evie
I couldn’t be upset with Gage, could I? I just kissed Sawyer two nights ago.
But I hadn’t done so after telling Gage I like you. A lot.
I had done so after being all wishy-washy about my own feelings for him.
Damn it all.
I headed into the kitchen, barely processing their conversation as I walked away. Seeing them together, both of them half-naked, summoned a rush of heat flamed by jealousy.
I spent most of last night with my head only half on my work, because I was focused on the conversation Gage and I had. Why hadn’t he told me sooner how he felt? Would I have reacted as well if he’d said something a month ago? Two weeks ago?
The hints were there, but I convinced myself nothing else was each time I asked are we still friends and he said yes. I never asked are we more? The idea terrified me as much as it enticed me.
I grabbed the coffee pot and filled the reservoir, then added the filter and grounds to the coffee maker. I’d moved around in his house so much that it felt as natural as being in my own.
