Page 131 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“I do love you, Finley,” Evan says gruffly.
“This is literally the worst possible time to tell me that,” she says, shooting a hot glare in Evan’s direction.
“The bottom line for me,” Tucker says, running his hands through his hair, “is that I don’t want to commit myself to afoursome. I’m not there. I might never be there. So it’s what we’ve outlined, or it’s nothing.”
His jaw is set.
He’s got a firm line, and he’s just drawn it.
I respect that. I just feel that all of this is crumbling around me, and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t even think it’s my place to stop it.
“I don’t even need to read what you wrote to know that’s not what I want. Because I want all of you.”
“You can have all of us. Just separately. I’m not trying to stop that.”
Finley stands up. “I need to go. I need to think about all of this.”
“Can you let me explain what we talked about?” Evan says, putting a hand on her arm.
“No. I don’t want to see that you’ve divvied me up with Tucker Tuesdays and Evan Fridays and rules about who sleeps where and how restaurant bills are divided. No.”
“That’s not what…” Then I shut my mouth. I don’t want to invalidate what she’s feeling in any way. Her feelings are hers, and she’s entitled to them.
“Goodnight, all three of you,” Finley says, heading to the door. She turns, and her finger shoots out in my direction. “And if you say we can circle back to this tomorrow, Christopher, I swear to God, I will cancel your birth certificate.”
I shake my head like I wasn’t going to say something that fucking stupid. I’m honestly not sure if I was or not, but I make a vow right then and there to myself to never corporate speak Finley unless we’re in the bedroom and it’s sexy role playing.
If I ever see her in the bedroom again.
“Well, that sucked,” Tucker says when the door shuts firmly behind Finley. “Should I follow her?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Evan does open the front door. “I want to make sure she gets in her car okay.” A second later, he confirms, “She pulled away.”
“Now what?” I ask.
“Now nothing. I’m going home, too,” Tucker says. “I need a fucking beer.”
His face is stormy as he leaves.
Evan flops onto the sofa and puts his hands over his face to rub. “This is fucked up.”
For a man used to being completely in control, I have no idea what to do in this situation.
I just sit down next to him. “Maybe we should open that wine.”
But Evan shakes his head. “I think I’m going to head home too. I just need some time.” He drops his hands, and the misery on his face breaks my heart. “Is that okay?”
“Of course.” I cup his cheek. “Whatever you need.” I give him a soft kiss. “Just don’t shut me out.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He gives me his own kiss. “I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow." Then he manages a grin. “We’ll circle back to this.”
I wince, then chuckle. “Too soon, love. Too soon.”
CHAPTER 34
Finley
