Page 84 of Neighbors With Benefits

My answer came when Bash poked his head through my door. “Got a second?”

I waved him in, and he closed the door behind him. “Did she text you too?” I asked.

He held up his phone. “Game night. Like normal, she says.”

We stared at each other.

“Does this mean she’s interested in… you know.”

“Are you referring to a serious polyamorous relationship with both of us,” I asked, “or a potential threesome tonight?”

“Yes. Both of those things.”

I shrugged. “Why don’t you ask her?”

“No freaking way!” Bash exclaimed. “I’m trying so hard to play this cool. I’ve had a rough day, and her text is the only thing keeping me from lying on the floor of my office and waiting for dehydration to slowly kill me.”

I chuckled. “Is the Davenport stuff as bad as I think?”

“Whatever you think, it’s worse,” he grumbled, sinking into the chair across from my desk. “They might send me out there. And they keep waffling about it. I think it’ll be a last-minute decision, and they’ll give me two hours’ notice before I have to jump on a plane.”

“Hopefully that doesn’t happen in the next five hours,” I said.

Bash glared at me. “Don’t even joke about that.” His gaze softened. “Are you sure you want me around tonight?”

I blinked. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve been away awhile. I thought you might want some alone time with Jazz.”

“I definitely do,” I admitted. “But I can get that later in the week. Right now, I’m letting her call the shots.”

“Smart,” he said. “I guess we’ll see what she has planned for tonight?”

“I guess we will.”

The afternooncrawled. It was like a thousand Christmas Eves rolled into one. I couldn’t wait to go home and unwrap my presents, so to speak.

Bash and I ate when we got home, then prepared to head over. Both of us had showered and shaved; we were ready for anything.

“Have fun you two,” Dante said from the couch, where he was watching European Rugby. “Make that girl’s wildest dreams come true.”

“You’re really okay with all of this?” Bash asked.

Without looking away from the TV, Dante replied, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”

“Because we all agreed to find a girl together. Someone who wanted to be shared byallof us.”

“There was always a possibility one of us would get left out,” he replied. “She’s not my style. I’ve got two Tinder dates this weekend. Trust me: I’m good.”

I shared a look with Bash as we walked next door. “You think he’s serious? I know he prefers brunettes or redheads, but to not be interested at all just because she’s blonde…”

“I learned a long time ago not to try to figure out what Dante Rashford is thinking,” Bash said. “If he changes his mind, he’ll let us know.”

All concerns about the third member of our house disappeared as we knocked on Jazz’s door. Music was playing inside, and we heard footsteps rushing to the door.

The door flew open and Jazz stood there, red-faced and grinning. “Sorry! I was in the other room. Come in!”

She threw her arms around me in a full-body hug, the kind that promisedmorelater. Then she did the same with Bash.

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