Page 94 of In Plain Sight

“Everything.”

“So, this is a really crazy story, but you know that app I use?”

“The kinky one? Yeah.” Her brow furrowed. “What does that have to do with Luka?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me get to that part.”

She pretended to zip her lips shut.

I chuckled at her antics. “I’ve been talking to someone on there. It was supposed to be a one-off thing, but that turned into another session, then we started messaging each other and talking about other stuff. Personal stuff.”

Her expression said she was confused as hell, but she didn’t interrupt me.

“And Luka and I have been getting closer over the past few months. We’ve become friends, good friends.”

Her confusion melted into a happy smile.

“And here’s the part that will melt your brain.” I leaned my hip against the edge of the counter. “Luka showed up on my doorstep last night in a panic. It turns out that he’s the guy I’ve been messaging with.”

Her jaw dropped like it had been unhinged.

“Pretty much my reaction when he told me.”

“How is that even possible?” She asked. “How were you unknowingly sexting with your coworker on a kink app?”

“Um…”

We both swung our gazes to the kitchen doorway, where Mark stood with one foot in the room and one out, frozen in place.

“Do you want me to pretend I didn’t hear that and go back to cleaning the garage?” he asked.

“It’s fine.” I waved him into the room. “You might as well hear it now.” I shot Ivy a pointed look. “That way someone doesn’t spend the next few days driving you crazy talking about it while not actually talking about it.”

Mark huffed out a laugh and came to stand with us. “She’s bad for that.”

“The worst,” I agreed.

“Definitely the worst.”

“I’m right here.” She waved a hand between us. “I can hear you, you know that, right?”

“Did you hear something?” Mark asked, cocking his head to the side like he was listening for a sound off in the distance.

I pretended to listen for something too. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I wish you two didn’t get along so well.”

We both flashed her big, beaming smiles.

Mark was awesome, and he was one of my closest friends. Not all men would be okay with their wife staying best friends with her ex-husband, not even if that ex was gay and there wasn’t any sort of tension between them.

He understood that we’d never been more than friends, even when we were married. He made an effort to befriend me when they got serious, and he never hesitated to give us space or privacy if we needed it.

And there were times when I talked to him about stuff and not Ivy. I loved her like a sister, but sometimes I needed another man’s perspective or to talk to someone who hadn’t known me since I was a kid.

I was lucky to have both of them, and honestly, I was jealous of their relationship. They were one of those couples who stillacted like newlyweds, even though they’d been together for over five years now. They had fun together, and they supported each other no matter what.

I wanted that, even if I’d never admit it.

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