Page 126 of Some Like It Hot

Sex with Blake I know. It’s neutral territory, so to speak.

Being in love with him is new and fresh and scary as hell.

“Oh, yours,” he says. He takes my hand, but he’s typing on his phone with his opposite thumb. “That way you can change before the game. Can you take an Uber tonight?”

“Sure.” Taking a car service alone on my wedding night makes me feel like pouting, but it’s not really my wedding night.

Maybe if I tell myself that enough times my traitorous heart will get the message.

God, how could I go and fall in love with Blake?

I’m also starting to think the reason I had such conflicted feelings about Simon and Aidan exchanging words of love is because I love them as well.

I’m in love with three men and they see me as just a friend. A sexy sidekick.

This was not how any of this was supposed to play out.

None of them did anything wrong. This is on me. I’m the one who went and fell in love.

Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Blake looks up and down the street, spots the car he called for before our little photo session, and waves. The town car pulls over and he opens the back door for me.

I slide in, and when he’s closed the door, I expect him to turn to me, maybe lean over and kiss me. I’m even expecting some flirty words.

I need some flirty words.

Instead, he bends his head over his phone and presses some buttons, then he holds it up in front of his face.

I watch, confused, as the video call connects.

He grins. “Hey, Mom.”

Mom? Mom?

Wait. What? We can’t seriously be doing a video call with his parents right now.

“Blake! Hi honey! What are you doing?”

“I was hoping Dad was around. I have something to tell you guys.”

“Oh sure. Jerry!” she calls. “Blake’s on the phone! He wants to tell us some news!”

I’m dumbfounded.

Blake pushes another button. “Hang on. I’m connecting with Brooke and Gran too.”

I just watch. I have no idea what to do. I actually lean closer to the door, trying to stay out of the shot.

As two other faces on two additional screens pop up, Blake looks over at me, notices how far away I’m sitting, grins, and loops an arm around my waist. He hauls me closer, sliding me over the leather seat.

“What’s going on?” his mother asks. “Hi, Heidi. Hi, Brooke. I didn’t know we’d all be talking today. Who’s your friend?”

Damn it. She can see me.

I immediately shift out of view, a little panicked. I take a deep breath.

“I didn’t either,” Blake’s sister says. “Is everything okay? You combed your hair and trimmed your beard. Is there a funeral somewhere I don’t know about?”

“No funeral,” he tells them happily. “Just waiting for dad. I want to introduce you all to my friend.”

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