Page 122 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
The night we all spent together was, admittedly, amazing. Something I’d definitely do again.
Except…I think there are two other men in love with the woman I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with, and suddenly I’m in the middle of something I have no idea how to handle.
One minute I’m taking Finley out on ourseconddate, thinking about how much I like her and how happy I am that we’re getting along and have moved past curses and snark and distrust, and the next thing I know Finley is basically telling herfatherthat the four of us are in a relationship and he’s approving of that and giving her a job that will keep her here which means we can keep doing what we did and…
I sit back in my chair, suck in a deep breath, and tell myself to calm the fuck down.
This spiraling has been happening ever since breakfast the day after our crazy hot night, and I have to face the truth—I’m probably going to lose Finley.
Because it’s very clear what she wants, and it’s not what I want.
At least not now. This is going so fast. We’re just getting started, and she’s asking me to commit to a foursome when I’ve never even been that serious aboutoneperson.
And I like Christopher and Evan. They seem like nice guys. I’m cool with Finley liking them too. I’m even surprised at how fine I am with that. But I don’t really know them. Certainly not well enough to say, “Sure,let’s have arelationship,let’s live together, let’s spend all our time together and talk about a future.”
I don’t even know if Christopher likes pizza or what holidays Evan celebrates, if any. I feel like I should know at least a few basic facts about the guys before we talk about a serious future.
I realize that I’m spinning out, and I really don’t want to.
I need to talk to someone about it.
“Hey, Tucker.”
I look up as Evan pulls out the chair across the table from me.
“Hey, Evan. Thanks for meeting me.”
Evan seemed like the natural choice. He knows the situation, he’spartof the situation, and he’s very easy to talk to. He’s just an easy guy to be around.
I see why Finley likes him.
Though if shedidn’t,my life would be easier.
“I love this place,” he comments as he picks up a menu.
“Oh, good. Me too.” I chose the restaurant in downtown Charleston rather than a spot in Honeysuckle Harbor. I realize now it’s because this feels more neutral. And there’s less chance we’ll run into someone I know.
I’m not ashamed of being seen with him. It’s not that. I just don’t want people in my life to start assuming things that aren’t true. Again, not because they’ll be judgmental or because I’d be embarrassed, but because I don’t want anyone hurt. I don’t want my family to get their hopes up about a long-term relationship here that might not work out.
“And I’m happy to meet you,” Evan says. “Is everything okay?”
The server sets down waters for both of us. I order a soda, and Evan gets an iced tea.
“Do you need a few minutes with the menu?” she asks.
The place is busy, but we’re after the lunch rush, so there are a few empty tables around us. It’s a burger and sandwich place, but has a nice ambiance and a more relaxed vibe than the diners and fast-food places.
“Are we eating?” Evan asks.
He’s suspicious. I don’t blame him. My text was short. Simply,Can we have lunch?And considering we’re both dating and falling for the same woman, he’s probably wondering what this is about specifically.
“Yeah, I’m starving,” I say, opening the menu, hoping to diffuse any tension. “But I need a minute,” I tell the server with a smile.
“I’ll grab those drinks then,” she says and moves off.
I scan the menu for a moment, but I’m too worked up to really focus. Can’t go wrong with a burger, so I close my menu and lean in. “So, I have some questions.”
He looks up, clearly notices my expression, and nods. “I figured.”
