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"We'll split it three ways." He hands the phone back to me. "When were you thinking?"
"Monday night," I say. "Vanna won’t mind being here alone—she’d actually probably prefer it."
Griff nods slowly, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm in. Assuming Skye is, of course."
"That's the big question," I admit. "How do we even bring this up to her?"
"Directly," Buck says without hesitation. "No games, no pressure. Just lay it out and see what she says."
"Buck's right," Griff agrees. "We tell her we've booked this place, we'd like her to join us, but it's entirely her choice. No expectations."
I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. I'd been so focused on the logistics that I hadn't fully considered how to approach Skye about it. But they're right—directness is best.
"So we're doing this," I say, a statement rather than a question.
"We're doing this," Buck confirms, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Assuming she says yes," Griff adds, though the confidence in his voice suggests he has little doubt.
I look between them—my two oldest friends. There's trust here, a foundation built over years that makes this unconventional situation feel somehow right.
"Let's ask her tonight," I suggest. "All three of us together."
They both nod in agreement, and a charge of anticipation fills the small office. I've always been the planner of the three of us, the one who thinks several steps ahead. But even I couldn't have planned for Skye, for the way she's brought us together in a new configuration that somehow makes perfect sense.
Chapter 20
Skye
I'm sprawled across the bed with the first-edition copy of "The Substance of Silence" that Ford gave me when my phone vibrates. Charlotte's name flashes on the screen, and I mark my place with a receipt before answering.
"Hey, girl," I say, rolling onto my back and staring at the wooden beams crossing the ceiling. My body still feels pleasantly sore from yesterday’s run.
"Yay! You answered," Charlotte says. "I was starting to think you'd been eaten by mountain lions or something."
"Sorry, I’ve been super busy working at the bar." I stretch, feeling a twinge in muscles I didn't even know I had. "And other than that, I’ve been... occupied."
"Ooh, that sounds promising. First, update me on everything. How's the car? Any more news from Daniel the asshole?"
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Car's still not ready. Jed says maybe next week, but I'm not holding my breath. And Daniel's still being a total dick on social media, but honestly? I'm caring less by the hour."
"Good. He doesn't deserve space in your head." There's a pause, and I can picture Charlotte sitting cross-legged on hercouch, wine glass in hand. "So, what so you mean by 'occupied'? Something going on with your mountain man?"
I bite my lip, suddenly nervous to say it out loud. "Actually... it’s mountainmen. Three of them."
"Seriously!?" Her voice rises an octave.
"I had a threesome with Buck and Griff the other night," I blurt out, then immediately press my face into a pillow and groan. Saying it aloud makes it sound even more surreal than it felt.
"Holy shit, Skye!" Charlotte shrieks so loudly I have to pull the phone away from my ear. "You've been holding out on me! Details. Right now. I need everything."
I roll onto my stomach, face still warm. "We were playing this drinking game after closing, and things just... escalated. One minute we're taking shots and the next I'm naked with both of them."
"And? Was it good? I need a rating on a scale from one to life-changing."
"Life-changing doesn't even begin to cover it," I admit, smiling at the ceiling. "It was incredible, Char. Like nothing I've ever experienced. It was crazy how they just seemed to know exactly what I needed..." I trail off, remembering Buck's hands, Griff's mouth, the weight of them on either side of me.
"Damn, girl." Charlotte sounds genuinely impressed. "You're living out a fantasy most women only read about in those dirty books."
