Page 104 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“Shay said he heard a buzzing sound, like a fly stuck behind the blinds.”

“I heard it too,” Jordan said, winking at me. “Keep looking. If there’s a grandma watching in the apartment across the street, it’ll make her night.”

Shay sighed happily. “I’m glad we’re all back together. I didn’t enjoy having radio silence with you.”

“So you told them not to talk to me?” I asked Lucas.

“I made no such request,” Lucas said, aiming his flyswatter at us. “They’re just good friends who have my back, no matter what.”

Shay leaned forward and whispered to me, “I would have eventually called you, no matter what shook out with you and Lucas.”

“Wow, shitty friend alert,” Jordan loudly said. “You know I’ve always got your back, Lucas!” Then he lowered his voice and told me, “I was close to calling you, too.”

“I never told anyone to stop talking to anyone else,” Lucas insisted, putting down his flyswatter and sliding into bed on the other side of Shay. “I just needed some time to process everything.”

“I know,” I replied. “So does everyone at the open house today.”

Lucas grinned. “I thought you’d like that.”

“It was a nice gesture… but don’t youeverdo that again, all right? The last thing I need are clients gossiping about my love life while I try to move their three-bedroom Craftsman home.”

“As long as you don’t have any other secret children to tell me about,” Lucas replied, “then I won’t have to do that again.”

“The point I was trying to make,” Shay cut in, “is that I’m glad we’re back to normal. I have a few houses I want to look at, but I didn’t want to find a new realtor.”

“Damn, Shay cares more about a potential investment property than he does about Haley,” Jordan said. “That would probably bump him down to second place, in a hypothetical scenario where a hypothetical lady was ranking her hypothetical lovers.”

“My real estate endeavors are the real victim of all of this, yes. Thank you for understanding,” Shay said.

Jordan tensed. “I think I heard that buzzing.”

Lucas growled a curse, snatched the flyswatter from the table, and jumped out of bed again. “Was it the window?”

“I thought it was by the bathroom,” Jordan replied.

“Stop teasing him,” I told Jordan.

“What? I really heard it,” he replied.

Then I heard it too—a low buzzing noise, lasting about a second. It definitely wasn’t in the direction of the window.

“Wait a minute.” Lucas knelt by the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. “I think it’s somebody’s phone.”

“If it’s mine, I don’t want it.” Jordan rested an arm behind his head. “Kyle’s mom has been blowing up my phone all week. She wants her son to be the starting shortstop, but the kid couldn’t throw a ball to first base if you gave him all afternoon.”

“I bet she’s texting for another reason,” I teased.

“Nah, I doubt it’s that,” Jordan replied smoothly. “We’ve already been sleeping together for a week.”

I gasped, which made Jordan erupt with laughter.

“Don’t worry. You’re the only hot baseball mom I’m fucking.” Jordan cupped my chin and kissed me.

But his comment, and my momentary pang of jealousy, made me think about something else. “You guys are okay with the fact that I’m sleeping with each of you? It doesn’t make you… I don’t know. Jealous? More possessive?”

The men all looked at each other, including Lucas, who was still shoving his hands into pockets on the floor.

“This is different,” Shay said. “There aren’t any secrets. We’re all open about it.”

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