Page 46 of Liberating Love

Jameson’s nose scrunches up, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I can’t even imagine what he’s thinking right now. Weirded out is probably an understatement.

Holds walks over to us, saying, “I need your help in the kitchen.” He pulls on my elbow. “Come on.”

Jameson shrugs at me, so I follow his boyfriend into the kitchen where Gavin is already standing, and the two of them face me with their arms crossed, and I suddenly feel like I’m facing a firing squad or something. How are these two always so… fierce?

Gav says, “I get why you didn’t say anything to us, I guess, but I’m still annoyed.”

“I’m sorry—”

He holds up his hand, cutting me off. “You can make it up to us by telling us everything.”

I stare in disbelief. “What?”

Gav turns his head to Holden and they share a look before Holds says, “When did this whole thing start?”

I blink at them for a few seconds. “You want to interrogate me?”

“Yep,” they say together.

Rubbing my eyes for a few seconds, I sigh and accept my fate. Once these two have an idea in their heads they’ll never let it go, so I may as well get this over with. “The night before Thanksgiving.”

Holds gasps. “Delaney didn’t get home until like after five in the morning.”

“How do you know that?” Gav asks.

“I got up early to start cooking Thanksgiving dinner.” Holds rolls his eyes, then focuses on me. “He was with you?”

I nod.

“Until five o’clock in the morning?” Gav asks.

I nod again.

“Where were you?” Gav asks.

“Uh… a hotel…” I clear my throat.

They share a look again before focusing their intense gazes on me.

They stare so long, I end up blurting, “I didn’t know who he was. We didn’t even exchange names or anything that night, so…” I trail off with a shrug. “Anyway, then we… uh, hooked up again after we all helped him move in, and the rest is history.”

Gav narrows his eyes, and Holds just continues staring at me.

After several seconds, I say, “Oh my god, what do you want to know?”

They both laugh, uncross their arms, then Holds pats my shoulder, saying, “Come stir this while we talk.”

Gav shoulder-bumps me with a grin, and I blow out a breath as he says, “Relax, A. We just wanted to talk to you.”

“You guys should’ve been detectives or something, shit.”

They both laugh, and Holds passes me a large spoon, so I start stirring the pot as they begin their thousands of questions.

They grill me for nearly an hour, and when I finally make my escape from the kitchen, I walk into the living room and plop onto the couch, exhausted. Jameson and Drix are both in there, and I say, “I don’t know how you two live with them.”

They both chuckle and Delaney laughs, then moves to sit beside me on the couch. He sits close enough our shoulders are pressed together, and he says, “It looks like you survived.”

“Barely.” I notice an empty tupperware container on the coffee table and ask, “Did you guys seriously eat all the brownies already?”

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