Page 100 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“I didn’t know what to do,” I say. “I care about both Evan and Christopher. I care about my job, but a whole lot less than I care about them. But I care about Dad and how all of this might blow back onto him, so I didn’t tell anyone the truth.”
I’m on the verge of tears, and Ivy reaches out and hugs me. “It’s okay. Sometimes we get in over our heads. Trust me, I know all about that. I went to my own wedding ninety-nine percent sure I was doing the wrong thing. Thank God Brad didn’t show up because I would have gone through with it. It’s like being swept up in a tide.”
I hug her back and then pull back, taking a deep breath to get myself under control.
“That’s exactly what it was like. It was all just happening, and I was letting it. I’m sorry for not being honest.”
Frannie squeezes my hand. “It’s okay.”
“And just so it’s all out there, when I hooked up with Evan and Christopher, it was…incredible.”
More jaw drops.
Then Caroline grins. “You go, girl. Way to make the juice worth the squeeze.”
“It was definitely worth it. But that’s why it’s complicated.”
“I won’t say anything,” Kyle assures me. “And I understand why you didn’t tell me. We haven’t known each other that long.”
“Thank you. I really do want to be friends, Kyle.”
“So wait…if all this is going on, explain to me then the rumors around town that Tucker Hastings declared his love for you at karaoke last night,” Ivy says.
“What?” Frannie and Fiona exclaim in unison.
I never blush, but for some reason I feel my cheeks heat. “That was a joke. I told Tucker that if he gave a speech, I would release him from the curse.”
That makes Fiona snort. “Jesus. The curse. Okay, well, that makes sense.”
“But then I did have sex with him last night after karaoke.”
More shock. More giggles.
I’m waving my arm frantically now for the bartender. It’s been up in the air so long that it feels like all the blood has gone out of my fingers and forearm.
“And…” Ivy asks, grinning.
“It was hot. It was kind of a hate fuck. Against a wall. He has very big…hands.”
Now, everyone is grinning.
“So what now?” Caroline asks.
“Nothing. That’s what’s now. I can’t be with Evan and Christopher while I’m still at the firm. Tucker was a onetime thing. To get it out of my system."
Kyle rolls her eyes. “Oh, because that always works.”
She was right. It wasn’t working. But it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. Surely I would stop thinking about Tucker and that strong…grip at some point?
Fortunately, the bartender finally appeared. “What can I get you?” he asks, looking bored and not at all apologetic for the extensive wait.
We rattle off drink orders to him. I could use about three shots of tequila, but I decide it’s wiser to just order a hard seltzer.
“I feel like that justification is how I wound up married to Ford,” Ivy says, smirking, when the bartender disappears.
I assume we’ll have a solid fifteen-minute wait before we get a drink.
“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I grumble. “I just needed a job.”
