Page 14 of Complete Me

I mean, I don’t mind, but god, that’s such a weak response. I’m embarrassed for myself.

Bjorn: Great! He said you were doing coffee next Tuesday

Bjorn: Mind if I tag along?

Bjorn: I’d love to catch up with both of you

Closing my eyes, I lean back against the headrest, my heart galloping a mile a minute. What am I doing? And am I this excited to see Bjorn? What about Xander? I get this excited to see him, too. God, it’s like I’ve gone from no romantic or sexual interest in anyone to too much interest in everyone. Okay, not everyone. But two people, at the same time. That’s never happened to me before.

My need for calm and no drama has me seriously considering ignoring both Xander and Bjorn and going on with my life as if neither existed. The potential for something to go horribly wrong and thwart any connection with either of them is incredibly high. The three of us in one place at the same time is courting disaster, not romance. But the draw to both of them is strong.

Bjorn: Or not. I can take a hint

Shit. I’m taking too long to reply.

Bjorn: Unless you’re driving

Bjorn: In which case keep your eyes on the road

I shake my head at the very Bjorn word explosion.

Me: Just left a meeting.

Me: Yes we’re having coffee next Tuesday

Me: Tag along if you’d like

Bjorn: What do you call a sad cup of coffee?

In amusement and horror, I stare at my phone. Dear god, I’d forgotten about Bjorn and the jokes.

Against my better judgment, I type out a response.

Me: IDK

Bjorn: Depresso

Bjorn: *Laughing emoji*

Me: *person_facepalming*

Me: Not remotely funny

Luckily, he can’t see my grin.

Me: See you next week

Bjorn: Not if I see you first *wink emoji*

7

Bjorn

Sharp pain lances through my side, and I wince, quickly setting the cast iron lasagna pan on the stovetop. “Bjorn!” Astrid flies across the kitchen and grabs the oven mitts from my hands, glaring at me as she nudges me out of the way. “You’re not supposed to lift more than ten pounds. Especially not away from your body. And this lasagna pan is cast iron and weighs at least eight pounds.” She makes a shooing motion. “Go sit down. You’re still recovering.”

“He’s been an awful patient.” Gunnar walks in from the dining room, Jocelin right behind him. The two have been inseparable since they patched things up two nights ago.

I send my own glare in his direction. “You’re not going to win any caretaker awards. I’m supposed to be getting lots of rest, which is impossible with the racket you two have been making.” I glance at Jocelin and wink, letting him know I’m not really upset. In fact, it’s damn nice to see Gunnar smiling again. But I won’t miss an opportunity to give my littlest brother shit. Though, if his smug grin is any indication, he’s not the least bit fazed by my comment.

---