“About what?” I play dumb.
“Being with them both intimately at the same time.”
“No.”
“Would you consider it?”
“No.”
“Liar.” She snickers.
“Why ask the questions if you already know all the goddamn answers?”
“So youhavebeen thinking about it.”
“Once or twice. It’s nothing more than curiosity.”
“Do you think you could handle both?”
“I’m not even going to dignify that question with an answer.”
“I’m your sister. Sharing’s caring. If the option was on the table, would you be in a relationship with them both?”
“What is this, twenty questions?”
“I’m curious too. Maybe it’s an O’Brien family trait.”
“Great. I hope I haven’t inherited any of the others.”
“Well, would you?”
“Jesus Christ. No, Jessie. I wouldn’t!” She knows I’m lying, but she drops it at the sound of my exasperated tone.
“So, what did you and the dishy DA talk about?”
“Work.” Among other things. “Anyway, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Another lie leaves my mouth as I disconnect the call.
Resting my head back against the sofa, I stare at the ceiling.
I’m relieved they didn’t go home with Sabrina. As much as I now know both Eoin and Irish have fucked her in the past, I’d rather never have to consider comparing notes with one of my employees.
Given some of the stories Irish regaled me with about his brothers when we were at Yale, I knew they occasionally shared. I just never expected to see them with one of their joint conquests as she blatantly demanded a repeat performance.
Is fucking my ex-boyfriend and ex-husband a sackable offense?
I know how childish that sounds, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at Sabrina now and not think of her with them. I can taste the jealousy in my mouth.
Her with them. Me with them.
I haven’t been able to think about much else aside from the latter ever since.
What would it be like?
I think back over my conversations with Nate and Jessie. Would I ever consider being with both Eoin and Irish?
No, I wouldn’t.
It’s got nothing to do with the sex. I mean, I fucked Ace and Irish at the same time. It’s more to do with the fact that it wouldn’t change anything. In the end, I’d still be made to choose if I wanted to have a relationship with either of them. And therein lies the problem.