Page 93 of Light My Fire

I think I could fall in love with all three of these very different men.

Is that even possible?

It certainly feels that way.

Yet I have no idea what to do about it.

Part of me wants to dive into dating each of them.

But… they’re all best friends.

Luke and Wyatt work together. Luke is essentially Wyatt’sboss.

If they’re not happy about me dating both of them, things could get very messy for them at work, and taking personal feelings into the job of a firefighter is downright dangerous. They need to have each other’s backs, for the sake of the community they serve in emergencies and for their own personal safety out on calls.

I don’t want to be responsible for any tension between them.

Jackson and Wyatt have been friends since high school. I wouldn’t want to come between them in any way, either.

“Why do you keep looking at your phone?” Sophie asks. “That’s like the fifth time. And you never have your phone on the table.”

I bite my lip. There’s no denying it. I’m not someone who is glued to my phone normally. Besides, she knows everything and I could use advice.

“I hadn’t heard from any of the guys all week, which was what I expected after the way we ended things.” I told her on Tuesdaythat we left it as just a sexy fun weekend and that we’d go our separate ways. “But then today I heard from all three of them. Just a basic checking in. They clearly didn’t want to interfere with my concentration this week.”

“But now they’re free to reach out.” Sophie dips a chip into the hot salsa. “Which you like.”

“I do.” I can’t deny it.

My phone buzzes and I jump. My heart starts to race. “It’s from Wyatt.”

“What does it say?”

My face feels hot as I read it. “I knew you would do well, even if your studying got interrupted.” I look up at Sophie. “He added a wink emoji after that. Then he says that he misses my beautiful face and he can’t stop thinking about me.”

“Nice. He’s the one who wants to date you, right?”

“Well, hedid. According to his friends. I’m not sure how he feels now.”

“I’d say he just told you how he feels. The question is, how do you feel?”

“That’s the issue. I don’t know how I feel. I like themall.”

My phone buzzes again. I automatically look at it. It’s just my phone reminding me I haven't opened the text. I shove a chip loaded with mild salsa into my mouth.

The phone goes off again. It’s from Jackson. It’s a picture of the puppies. I can see that without opening the text. Then another text pops up.

One week old today and changing by the minute.

He added six dog emojis at the end, which is pretty adorable.

“You can open it,” Sophie says. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m living vicariously through you right now since I’m big time single.”

“I’m single too,” I protest.

But I pick my phone up and open the text from Wyatt first and quickly respond.

Thank you. I felt really prepared and everything went well. I’m thinking about you too.

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