I splashed some water on my face, toweled it dry, then checked my reflection again. Of course I didn’t look my best because I’d been working all day. My hair was kind of flat, my cheeks rosy, and my blue irises looked a bit big, no doubt showing everyone how scared I truly was.
Me, Casey McGuire, the guy who always seemed happy and full of wisdom. Apparently, I couldn’t use my own wisdom to figure out this situation. My gaze strayed to a few stains on my shirt from hauling plates and drinks all day between the kitchen and dining room, even though everything had been on a serving tray.
How did I get those stains?
A sharp knock landed on the bathroom door. I hadn't locked it so the person would have just walked in if they’d wanted to. “Yes?”
“We’re done, and Brandon has left for the night,” Ken announced.
“I’ll be right out.” I blew out a few breaths as if that could help my jittery nerves or make the sweat evaporate in my pits, along my back, and across my brow. The splash of water hadn't done a lick of good.
After straightening my back, I waltzed out of the bathroom. Ken had already walked away. Jack was hanging the hiring sign in the window. The place was clean, and the lights were turned down low. There wasn’t any excuse to stall.
“I could use a cold beer,” Jack commented as the three of us walked out of the café and I locked the door.
“A drink sounds good!” God, why had my voice risen and squeaked?
“Too tired.” Ken yawned. “Just ready to crash after a long, hot shower.”
“You really considering closing on Mondays?” Jack asked as we reached their pickup.
“Seriously considering it,” I replied as Ken held the passenger door open for me. I slipped inside, settling in the middle like I always did, smashed between two large men. Before now, I’d secretly enjoyed being their Casey sandwich. Tonight their closeness only served to remind me that I’d asked to have sex with them.
Asked to get knocked up.
Asked to cross that line with Jack and Ken.
What in the hell had I been thinking?
You were thinking of your dry spell and how horny you are all the time. Oh yeah. I was still horny, but now that this might actually happen, was it too late to back out?
Wouldn’t Dillon have such fun with me if he knew what a nervous wreck I was? The same guy who’d told my best friend to let his hair down and have some fun.
Now it was my turn, and I could totally relate to how Dillon felt before he’d taken my advice. But he’d sounded happy on the phone. Could I dare to be that happy, even if I conceived?
You’re overthinking this. Just relax, and if it happens, it happens. Stop acting like you’ve never had sex before. I’d just never had it with two guys at the same time, and that would make anyone come down with a case of cold feet.
Too soon we pulled up to my house. Jack and Ken got out as if their lives weren’t about to change. I sat there looking at my front porch, and then my gaze went to Jack’s backside. A nicely rounded, did-a-thousand-squats-a-day nice.
“Hey.”
I jumped at the sound of Ken’s voice. He’d come back for me. “Yes?”
“Gonna sleep in the truck?” He held his hand out. I hesitated then took it and let him pull me from the truck. As we walked toward the house, Ken slung his arm over my shoulders.
Why had Jack already gone inside, and why was Ken making us linger? “Something I need to know about?”
“Jack’s just checking inside to make sure no one slipped into your house while we were away.”
“Someone like Albert?”
Before Ken had a chance to answer me, Jack appeared in the doorway and waved us inside. I climbed the steps, slowly, the boards creaking under my feet.
Jack had turned on the lamps in the living room already and was nowhere in sight. Moments later I heard the shower cut on down the hallway.
“Why is it that I work at a restaurant, yet I’m always hungry when we get home?” Ken teased.
Home. Ken had called my house home. That hadn't gone unnoticed as I stood by the kitchen door, watching as Ken rummaged around in the fridge. In two minutes he had a turkey sandwich made and was eating it.