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Later that evening, while Aubrey’s sending birthday emails to clients, I leash up the dog and then motion for Dev to join me for a quick walk.

“There’s something I did talk to my mom about last week,” he begins. “Something I want to do for Aubrey.”

He tells me his idea, and the nice thing about falling in love with the same woman is that you can make plans for her together.

59

DATE MATH

Aubrey

This is the way to wake up.

To scruff against my neck. To a hungry groan. To a request. Well, a demand, really.

“Sit on my face, baby,” Dev says.

I stretch and then rise up. “Since it’s an order.”

Dev growls, pats his bare shoulders. “It is. Fuck my face. Do it now.”

Ledger’s not in bed, but I wouldn’t ask his permission anyway. The three of us made a deal long ago so that there’s no jealousy. Some nights, Ledger fucks me. Some mornings, Dev does. Most of the time they both do.

I slide off my panties but leave on my plain white cami as I straddle him. Dev grabs my hips and tugs me down. I ride him like a cowgirl till I’m falling apart on his mouth, his beard, his desire for me.

A desire that feels a lot like love.

So much so that when I disappear that morning to meet my girls and finish the errand I started a few weeks ago, I know I’m not making a mistake.

That afternoon as I leave No Regrets, the tattoo shop, my arm’s a little sore, but not much. Trina and Ivy sat with me the whole time, like good friends do. When we arrive at my apartment, I fetch the dog, take him around the block, then hand him off to them, giving Puck Fitzgibbons a scratch on his chin before I toss on a dove-gray hoodie over my tank and meet the guys at Dev’s place.

We hop into Dev’s electric car, and the three of us cruise over the Golden Gate Bridge, heading north past Marin County, winding our way into Wine Country like we did that September day when my life was upended.

The best thing that ever happened to me was Aiden walking away. Now, I’m walking into something better with two men.

But first, I’m walking into Beverly’s diner. The guys picked this spot and said they wanted to take me here. Once inside, the woman who runs it flashes me a grin like she knows me. “Hey, you! You’re not in your wedding dress today?”

“Good memory. But nope. Just my regular clothes,” I say with a smile I feel all the way to my soul.

“Well, you look pretty in jeans and a hoodie. Let meget you your table,” she says, then guides us to the very same spot we once sat.

After we open our menus, I say to the guys, “Is this your date math at play?”

Ledger nods. “Yup. Since this was definitely our first date.”

No one argues with him on his two plus twos this time.

After we order and Beverly retreats to the kitchen, Dev clears his throat. “And speaking of date math, we don’t want it to be our last one.”

I lift a curious brow. “Last one? Why would it be?”

His expression is serious. No joking.

I turn deadly serious, too. “Okay.”

I don’t know where we’re going but my heart is already racing. My pulse surges again when Ledger shucks off his jacket, reaching into the inside pocket as he does. He takes out a box from Elodie’s Chocolates.

Ah. I get it now. They do love to spoil me with chocolate. “My favorite,” I say, feeling all fizzy for them. The last time they gave me chocolate was the start of our honeymoon.

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