Page 77 of Finding Their Place

I turned and walked away.

I clutched my steering wheel, driving aimlessly up the coast. Too many emotions bottled up inside me, begging for release, but I had no fucking clue what to do with them. A few hours in the gym would exhaust my body, but not my mind.

Spilling the shit inside my head would be the best bet to quiet it down, but I didn’t have anyone to listen.

I had a couple drinking buddies but wasn’t in the mood for too-loud music and hops. Sure, I had a newfound twin sister, but we hardly knew each other. If I told her my situation, she’d think I was off my damn rocker. Falling for two people and having to watch their love outwardly express—fucking explode into existence. Even worse, the happiness inside me for both of them was as persistent and palatable as the deep disappointment of being unable to share in that dep connection they shared.

Blaine was the only man I was aware of who had insight into a polyamorous relationship, but with his woman being Haley’s best friend, there was only so much I could tell him. And while I trusted Blaine as one of my best employees, could I do the same with my thoughts and emotions?

I found myself in familiar territory, hadn’t even realized where I’d driven my car.

Rhett and Ashton’s house lay around the bend.

Going with my gut, I pulled into their driveway and cut the engine. It was just after eleven, but lights still shone around the blinds in their front sitting room.

“Fuck it.” I pushed open my door and strode up their walkway. I worked for the couple, and we were more acquaintances than friends, but it had been their app that had put me in my current position.

I pressed the doorbell and shoved my hand into my pockets, praying like hell they hadn’t left the light on downstairs and were already in bed. What if they were wrapped up in each other like Garrett and Haley? Maybe post-climax buzzed…or panting in their foreplay.

“Shit.” I spun on my heel—and the door pulled open.

Rhett still wore dress slacks and a button-down as though he’d just gotten home from the office, but the bare feet and tumbler of amber liquid over ice in his hand suggested otherwise.

“Wyatt.” He rarely grinned, but a hint of a smile rested on his face until he took a good look at me in the light spilling from his foyer. “Come on in.” He stepped back, giving me room, but I hesitated.

“I’m sorry for stopping by like this.” My voice sounded like gravel.

“We had a dinner party that broke up less than an hour ago, so no worries. Come on in,” he repeated but more as a demand than suggestion.

I stepped into the foyer.

Ash lounged on the couch in the sitting room on my right, and I forced a grin. “Hey, Ash.”

“Wyatt.” He smiled, his glazed eyes revealing he’d already had more than the glass of wine in his hand. “What are you doing here?” His question held jollity rather than annoyance, his thickly lashed hazel eyes full of kindness as always. “Want a drink? Scotch? Wine? Beer?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

Rhett shut the door behind me and motioned toward a chair. “Sit and spill your guts.”

“I’m that obvious?” I asked, a huffed chuckle that didn’t contain an ounce of happiness pushing from my lungs.

“You look like shit and ready to puke,” Rhett said while settling next to Ash, “and not from alcohol.”

Thankful for his blunt honesty, I heaved a heavy exhale and perched on one of the chairs, my elbows on my knees.

Rhett stretched his arm across the back of the couch, reaching to run his fingers through Ash’s blond-tipped wavy brown hair. Ash moved in close against his side, laying his head on Rhett’s shoulder.

“So that app of yours, that whole why choose conversation we had a couple weeks ago? I fell down a deep rabbit hole and now…” I closed my eyes and filled my lungs, wishing I could rid the tumbling emotions from my head as easily as an exhale. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, just…fuck, I don’t know what.”

“Tell us what happened,” Rhett said, his commanding presence and tone not allowing any other option.

As if I had gone to their place for any other reason.

I scrubbed a hand down over my face, sat back, and launched into the shit tale of my life since learning the woman I’d met on Missing Link was secretly in love with her roommate who just happened to lie about his sexuality—and his repressed feelings for her. Add in how I’d found a lost twin I hadn’t known about, the whole adoption thing, and I was even more depressed rather than relieved once finished with the tale.

“Shit,” Ash murmured, empathy radiating from his gaze.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

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