Page 46 of Scrooged for the Holidays
Remiel—
I shut down my communication line with Sam before he can finish but still feel him close, like he’s watching me. I turn my head toward the window to find him standing outside the bakery with a harsh scowl.
“I should let you go,” Greer says. I look back at her, and she nods toward Sam. “I’m sorry if I caused any issues,” she adds.
“Why would you?”
“Aren’t you all together?”
I dip my chin. “It’s complicated.”
She lets out a laugh. “Interesting. That’s what Kai said yesterday when I asked him if he was with him at the bar.”
“What else did Kai say?”
“He said he was in an open relationship with him.”
I nod. “That’s the best way to describe what the three of us have.”
Usually someone would be a little shocked to find out three men are in an open relationship with each other, but Greer isn’t. It’s almost as if I just told her the sky is blue.
She turns her focus to the window again, and I follow it, but Sam is no longer there. I’m sure he’s gone to his bookstore to brood.
“You should go after him,” she says.
I shake my head. “I’ll see him later, and we can talk then.”
“I hope I didn’t—”
I place my hand over the one she has on top of the table, a flutter of happiness in my chest at the fact that a woman who acts so detached from her emotions is thinking of Sam’s feelings.I knew she wasn’t hopeless, but this is another thing that shows me she’s not.
“You didn’t do anything, love. I meant it when I said it’s complicated.”
“He looked jealous.”
I nearly laugh. The three of us don’t get jealous. But I can see how she would think that with the current situation.
“He’s not; he’s just grumpy.”
“Another Scrooge, maybe?” She smirks.
My lips turn up in a smile. Sam isn’t technically a Scrooge, but he can come off that way. “Could be.”
“Maybe it’s the Christmas decor.”
I chuckle. “I’ll be sure to ask him later. But we’ve had a disagreement, that’s all. We’ll work it out.”
Her eyes look down at my hand on top of hers. I squeeze it gently, enjoying how warm it feels under mine. “Are you finished?” I ask.
She blinks and pulls her hand away, putting it on her lap. I can’t deny I already miss her touch and want her hand back in mine.
“Yes,” she says.
“Good. Do you have plans this afternoon?”
She almost shakes her head before she remembers something. “Work, actually. But I want to find Wi-Fi to use. I was going to ask the owner here, but you distracted me.”
I grin as I say, “It’s out in the whole town, I’m afraid.”
