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“And if you buy a reasonable house your money will last longer,” he says with a grin.

I laugh. “Are you afraid I’m going to run out of money and have to come live in your basement or something?”

Dad chuckles and shakes his head. “Not at all. You have a serious girlfriend who has two other boyfriends. I think those three are going to take very good care of you now.”

My heart squeezes in my chest.

Fuck. I hope that’s true.

I need to call my friends and we need to figure out how to convince our girl that we understand her boundaries and we promise not to be too overwhelming.

Or convince her that she likes us even when we’re overwhelming.

Or convince her that she can handle us even though we’re overwhelming.

Or something.

Whatever it is, I know the four of us can figure it out. Together.

CHAPTER 42

Wyatt

I fucked up.

I knew I would, and I did.

I thought it was going to be my jealousy that pushed Brooke away.

It was, partly. But it was also the fact that it never, ever occurred to me that Brooke might want a long-term relationship with Luke and Jackson.

That this wasn’t just her exploring her newfound sexuality with men she trusts.

That when she said she couldn’t choose between us, she meant that forever.

I treated my two best friends like extras in my relationship with Brooke and I was so far off base it’s clear to me now I was only seeing what I wanted to see.

I’ve been unfair to all three of them and it’s taken me days of missing not just Brooke, but my friends, to realize that.

Pacing in my apartment, I keep glancing at my phone. I texted both Luke and Jackson and asked them to come over. They agreed, but now that I’ve officially pulled my head out of my ass, I’m impatient to make it right.

Sure, we’ve texted casually the past few days, but none of us have discussed what happened at Jackson’s new house the other day when Brooke unexpectedly showed up, then dumped all three of us.

Okay, to be fair, she said she needed a break, not that she never wanted to see us again, but it was still a shock.

I didn’t handle Jackson’s suggestion of living together well.

Or Brooke’s assertion that we’ve been a foursome all along.

Damn.

She’s right.

We have been a foursome all along, and it wasgood. Really fucking good. Not just the sex, which was amazing, but how we could all hang out together and just be ourselves.

It can be even better if we all just commit to a conversation where we lay out our feelings and come to an understanding. Together.

Being without Brooke has been hell.

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