Page 127 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I plop down on the bed beside Frannie and squeeze her thigh. “If you’re in love with Hunter, you should be able to talk to him about that. I think you should mention it when he picks you up and just communicate.”
“I know you’re right, but it’s scary.”
“Love is scary. But it’s also really damn amazing.”
I should know.
I’ve been wandering around Honeysuckle Harbor with a shit-eating grin on my face since my night with Tucker, Evan, and Christopher.
Is it complicated?
Yes—very complicated when you have four adults all in varying stages of a relationship with each other, trying to sort out how to date.
I know we have to communicate. It’s the only way to make sure everyone is getting what they need.
But aside from little details that need to be ironed out?
I’m really fucking happy. I get to be with all of them.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in love,” Fiona says.
Her words are mumbled because she has her lips pursed as she glues lashes onto her eyelids.
“I haven’t until now,” Frannie says. She props herself up on her elbows and sighs. “Finley’s right. It is amazing. But only if he feels the same way.”
“Are you in love, Finley?” Fiona asks me in the mirror.
I nod because my heart feels too damn full to speak. “Honestly, I’m so happy right now, it’s just…awesome. Dad and Charles basically created a job for me at the firm, and I don’t even care that it’s nepotism because I know I’ll be able to create a positive environmental impact on this whole region. I’m grateful to be able to spend more time with both of you. I feel loved with you two, by the family, by certain very sexy men in my life…I feel like I belong here in Honeysuckle Harbor. I feel like I get to have it all.”
Not that any of the guys have actually declared their love for me. Other than Tucker at Swanson’s on the mic, but that was him goofing around. Yet I’m not worried about it. The words will come when everyone is ready. I can feel that they care about me, love me, want me to be happy.
I feel like they allow me to be both vulnerable and selfish at the same time. In a positive way, not a negative way. They all love me in their various ways, and we’re going to build a future together.
It’s my turn to kick my feet, but mine is from excitement. A very bouncy, upbeat song comes on. “Don’t you dare skip this. I need to dance.” I get up and start swinging my arms and hips to the beat. “Come on, Frannie.” I pull her by the wrists off of the bed. “Dance it out.”
That earns a smile from Frannie and she starts dancing with me.
Fiona jumps up, one lash on and one off, to dance with us in her underwear. We’re all laughing and smiling.
“This is like high school all over again,” Frannie says. “Clothes, makeup, dancing, boys.”
“Except now it’s a girl for me,” Fiona grins.
“If you fall in love with Kyle, and wind up together you can’t ever hurt her,” I warn. “I like having her as a friend. It’s hard for me to make female friends, and I don’t want you blowing it for me.” I’m only half-joking.
“I’m not going to hurt her.” Fiona puts her hands on her hips. “Maybe she’ll hurt me. Then what?”
“Then I’ll cut her off and curse her forever. You are my sister, after all.”
“Right answer.” Fiona grins.
“How about no one hurts anyone and we all live happily ever after?” Frannie asks.
“Best idea ever!” Fiona says, giving her a fist bump.
“Ah, our sweet little Pollyanna.” I give Frannie a one-armed side hug. “I love you, Fran. And Hunter loves you. How could he not? And for the record, I agree. We all deserve happiness, and we’re absolutely getting it.”
“I’d be happier if I could change the song,” Fiona says with a grin.
