Page 78 of Seeking Two Lovers

My heart had already invested—in both of them.

“Goddamnit, Haley, what am I going to do?”

“This sucks.” Haley’s lips twisted in an annoyed pout.

I didn’t bother stating in the worst way possible since my mind could no longer pull words into formation through the emotional exhaustion.

I swallowed down the last of my wine, ready to sleep the tiredness of fucking half the night from my bones.

Hopefully, I would figure out a plan before Friday night.

* * *

Monday morning’s shift started out the same as the week before.

Bitchy people needing their caffeine fix.

At least Cheryl was in a kick-ass mood, her laughter and big grin rubbing off on me a bit.

“Someone got laid over the weekend,” I muttered after she hip-bumped me for at least the tenth time and no one stood in line for a change.

“Oh yeah.” Cheryl winked, her smirk contagious while filling the final order I’d handed over. “And let me tell you, my girl can use her tongue,” she whispered after frothing the milk for a latte.

I blinked. She’d told me about her female partner, but I hadn’t considered how they might get it on. “Oh.”

“Mmmhmm.” Cheryl licked her lower lip. “Nothing better than a woman who knows her way around the female body.”

I wasn’t sure what to say other than I was recently acquainted with a couple of guys who certainly knew my body—

The front door whooshed open, and I turned, my plastic smile put into place.

Blaine.

My lips curled the rest of the way up, warmth rushing through me and somehow setting my jumbled thoughts to rest. “Hey there. I thought you weren’t working on this side of town this week?”

Pink flushed his cheeks as his gaze flitted over the others behind the counter with me. “Yeah—I’m not.”

“So you just had to swing by because you missed your coffee girl?” I almost rolled my eyes at myself for the blatant fishing.

He met my focused gaze, his hazel eyes clear and happier than I’d ever seen. “Something like that.”

Holy hell and then some, I wanted to swoon at his feet and curl myself around his legs, never letting go.

“Black?” I asked, pleased as hell with my bright world in that moment and grabbing a cup to put his usual label on.

“Yes.”

“Blueberry muffin?”

“Of course.”

I rang up his order, feeling Cheryl’s stare on the side of my face. She probably wondered if I’d become schizophrenic or if Blaine had become the Lord I found my joy in. A soft snort left me at that thought.

“So…Friday?” I asked quietly when Cheryl stepped away to fill Blaine’s order.

He handed over a couple bills, nodding. “If you’re still interested.”

Need coiled through my core, tight and ready to spring. I could be selfish like Haley had suggested, take what I wanted, then open the doors between Blaine and Grey and leave to let them work it out.

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