Page 94 of Light My Fire

I hit send before I change my mind.

Did I say enough? Too much?

I have no idea.

While I’m looking at the picture of Henley and the puppies, Wyatt texts again.

I wish we were cuddling on the couch at the cabin. You on my lap…

I swipe the text away, feeling flustered.

I respond to Jackson.

They’re so adorable! Good job being a dog dad!

Then I get another text from Luke.

Ineedto know what he’s saying, so I open the text.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

“Oh, boy,” Sophie says. “Girl, your face right now…”

“Let me just answer these really quick and then I’ll put my phone away.”

“Do you want my advice?”

“Yes. Desperately.” I put my phone down and eye Sophie. “Help. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Just let them know you’re out celebrating and you’ll be in touch later.”

That makes me blink. “That’s your advice?”

“Yes. You really are out celebrating. Besides, I think you spent all week hoping they would text you. Now they have. You’re caught off guard. Give yourself time to think about what you want to say to each of them.”

I nod. “That does seem smart.”

I text all three guys the same thing.

I’m actually out celebrating with my friend! I’ll be home later.

I add a smiley face emoji at the end.

Resolutely, I stick my phone into my bag and force myself to smile at Sophie. Determined to change the subject, I say, “I’m going to miss you once I move to Chicago.”

“Do the guys know you’re moving to their city?” she asks.

So much for redirecting the conversation. “No. I don’t think I mentioned it.”

IknowI didn’t mention it. And I have no idea how to bring it up now.

Two hours later, I’m home, having walked the two blocks back to my apartment. I had two margaritas and was starting to feel the effects, so I drank two glasses of water before parting ways with Sophie. The last thing I want to do is drunk text Wyatt, Jackson, or Luke. Or all three.

It’s tempting to pull my phone back out and check my texts but I don’t want to get hit by a bus because my eyes are glued to my phone screen. Just because I’m suddenly head over heels forthree men doesn’t mean I should be unsafe. Waiting until I’m in my apartment, door locked behind me, I kick off my shoes and dump my purse on the bench so I can dig my phone out. I don’t even strip my coat off before I’m swiping.

I have multiple messages from all three guys.

Wyatt has sent four texts.

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