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Understanding dawns on his face. “That’swhat you’re mad about. Not the contract, and not that Tucker has his own ideas about how he wants his relationship to go. Just that they left you out of it.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Was there stuff in it that you didn’t like?”
“I didn’t exactly read it all the way through. I read a couple of lines and got pissed off at the very concept.”
“Okay. Then you have two choices. Either add to the contract things you want. Like the fact that they won’t make rules without you. Or rip it up. The point is being happy, Finley. And I think you found the three people to make sure that happens for you.”
I think about that and uncross my arms, reaching for my water again.
“That sounds…not complicated.” I finally say.
My brother nods. “Because it’s not.”
“You’re sure it’s okay that Tucker doesn’t want to live with Christopher and Evan?”
Just then the back door bangs open, and we hear heavy footsteps. By the time Harrison gets to the kitchen, he’s stripped down to his boxers. He pulls up short. “Oh, hey Finley. I was hoping that sweet female voice was Ivy.” He grins at Ford as he tosses a handful of mail on the counter, on top of the stack that’s already there. “That’s all for Liam.”
Ford looks at me, sighs heavily, and says, “Yes, it is very okay that Tucker doesn’t want tolivewith the two other guys.”
CHAPTER 35
Finley
By the timeI get home from my brother’s house, I am decidedly less pissed off.
Ford made some fair points about Tucker and where he might be at in this whole situation. He barely knows Evan and Christopher.
Just because I want him and I want Evan with Christopher as a bonus boyfriend, doesn’t mean Tucker should just automatically want that too. He wants it for me. He’s made that clear. I think.
He certainly acted that way the night we spent together.
Damn it. Maybe I should have actually read the fucking contract instead of having a knee-jerk reaction to the idea of it.
My phone is buzzing with a text. I dig it out of my back pocket and look at the screen, hoping it’s one or all of the guys.
It’s Frannie, texting both me and Fiona.
Hunter said he loves me!!!
There’s a string of heart-eye emojis filling up two lines of text space.
Aw. That makes my heart happy for my sister.
Yay! See? You stressed out for no reason.
He said he was desperate to say it back but really, really wanted to be looking me in the eye when he did. I told him it just felt natural, and I texted it because I’ve been feeling it for over a month, and it just popped out without thinking.
I open the front door and head into the house. It feels quiet and empty in here. I’ve gotten used to having one or both of the twins around me.
It’s a far cry from life in New York, where I lived alone in an apartment roughly the size of a walk-in closet. Or one of the bathrooms at Harrison’s house.
But Ford makes good points.
I’m independent. I’m used to being alone. Making decisions for myself and not having to take anyone else’s opinion or feelings into consideration.
Given that I just walked out of Christopher’s tonight without actually listening to any of them explain how they felt, feels a little like maybe I have a lot to learn about communication when it comes to relationships.
