Page 58 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“I love you too.” I lean into the embrace for a minute. I’m suddenly aware of how fortunate I am to have a family who loves me this much and who will always have my back. I need to bemore appreciative of them and that fact. “This is my coworker and friend, Kyle.”
“I think we’ve met once,” Frannie says. “You were Grayson’s nanny, right?”
“Briefly,” Kyle says. “It didn’t last long once he and Caroline started dating.”
“Thanks for driving Finley home.” Fiona is looking at Kyle in a way that I can’t quite interpret.
She almost looks ready to shoo Kyle off of the porch. I guess she’s just being protective of me in my so-called time of need.
“She’s coming in to hang out for a bit,” I tell my sisters. “Maybe we can paint our nails and trash talk men.”
It sounds way more flippant than I intend it to.
Fiona glances over at me. “You don’t seem that upset.”
“I bounce back. As a former goth girl turned attorney, I focus on revenge.”
“God, please no more spells,” Fiona groans.
“Spells?” Kyle asks, looking nervous as we all go into the house.
I drop my bag containing my heels and rip off my blazer. “It’s not what it sounds like.”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like!” Frannie protests. She turns to Kyle. “She bought a book on how to cast spells when we were in high school and was always running around trying to collect someone’s hair.”
To her credit, Kyle doesn’t look shocked or appalled. “I had a voodoo doll in high school I got when we went on a cruise that left out of New Orleans. I bullied my older brother into convincing our parents to let us go get beignets alone and then I made him take me to a voodoo shop. So I get it.”
Now I’m sure Kyle and I can be friends. “Did you stick any pins in it?” I ask her as I take her coat from her and hang it up on the hooks by the door.
“Hell, yes. I pretended it was Damon Ward after he asked the Swedish exchange student to Homecoming instead of me.” Kyle shakes her head and smiles. “To this day, I can’t decide if I was upset that my crush, Damon, didn’t ask me. Or mad that he asked my other crush, Alice, the exchange student. She was so gorgeous and her accent…” Kyle sighs. “I still think she’s the one who got away.”
We all plop down on the couch and various chairs. “Did any tragedy befall Damon Ward?”
“Not that I’m aware of, which is good. I can admit now I was being overly dramatic. He didn’t even know I liked him.”
“Hear that?” Fiona tells me. “Overdramatic. Kyle can admit it.”
“I’m not going to apologize for casting a bad luck spell on Tucker Hastings.”
“Our client?” Kyle’s jaw drops.
“Yes. He called me the weird, creepy girl in high school.” Though now it’s hard to muster up my usual anger and resentment when I think about Tucker. Now all I can think about is what it would feel like to hate fuck him. To have his big, massive body pinning mine down, driving his thick, hard cock into me over and over…
Everyone seems to be waiting for me to say something. My phone buzzes. I quickly stand up when I see it’s a text from Evan. “Does anyone need a drink?”
“Bring some wine,” Fiona says.
I open the text.
Call me when you can. Are you okay?
Yes, everything is totally fine. I can’t right now, still with Kyle. I will asap.
He just sends me a kiss emoji back.
I start typing again as I absently stroll into the kitchen.
How are you? Your job, Evan. I’m so sorry.
