Page 80 of Pin-up Girl

No. This wasn’t right either. “I’m not taking it off the table.” I was so confusing. So confused.

“This isn’t the same as what you went through with Deacon.” Clint hadn’t fallen back, despite dropping his hands.

I both hated and loved that he knew what I was getting hung up on. “How do I know that?”

“Because I still want you,” Clint said.

Brodie moved back into view. “I do too. But I think I want Clint, too.”

“You think?” Clint’s tone was light.

The teasing pushed my hurt aside. It felt natural. And I was having a hard time holding onto my doubts. It was also so easy with Clint or Brodie. “So… what now?”

“Nothing’s changed,” Clint said. “Neither one of us is demanding you make decisions tonight.”

“You do have to make one.” Brodie twisted his face in apology.

Okay? “What decision?”

“How do you feel about Clint and me together?” Brodie asked.

That was actually a fair question, and I still needed to process. How did I feel? It was a shock to see. But even before Brodie came back, Clint told me more than once that he still thought about those days.

Seeing them together? If I set everything else aside, that kiss was fire. Rain had been evaporating as it hit them, I was pretty sure. That was part of what knocked me off-guard—it was clear how into each other they were. And I was surrounded by people in more than two-person relationships. It was clear that Evie, Alys, and even Deacon weren’t suffering from loving more than one person, or letting those people love each other.

I liked seeing people happy. Clint and Brodie? They were good together.

They were also watching me with expectation, because I was having this conversation in my head and not sharing any thoughts with them. “I’m okay with you two being together. Good with it even. I’d love to watch, but you don’t owe me that.”

Clint rested his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. “Did you forget who you were talking to?”

“I didn’t.” I glanced past him to Brodie. “Maybe that’s why I’m all wet.” Now that I was past being stunned, and had made things horribly awkward, I was feeling safe again. Reassured.

“I hate to steal anyone’s thunder, but I think it’s the rain that made you wet,” Brodie teased.

Clint let out a fake laugh. “Thunder. Rain. I see what you did there.”

My laugh was real. “Maybe we should go back to my place and get dry.”

“And then get wet again?” Clint asked.

I smiled. “Maybe.”

After far more conversation than I was in the mood for, we decided we had to take all three of our cars. I didn’t like driving while I was soaking wet, and I liked even less that I had to walk away from Brodie and Clint, even if we were all going to the same place.

It wasn’t a long drive back to my place, though, and the delay was enough to crank my anticipation to Max.

Sure, seeing them together had stalled my brain at first, but now that I’d had time to process, I was fully turned on by the ideas about what the two of them could get up to.

Clint and Brodie parked in the alley behind the buildings on Main Street, and I took my usual spot out front, then hurried around back to meet them. As I unlocked my back door, the air was charged, crackling between all of us.

In my apartment, we barely made it into the master bedroom before we were stripping off our wet clothes, and hanging them on a line I had in my bathroom. Taking the time to put anything in the dryer felt like more work than we wanted to waste on not playing.

And then the three of us were naked in my bedroom.

“I’ve had this dream more than once.” Clint looked between Brodie and me.

I liked the implication. “Does that mean you know what comes next?”

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