Page 17 of Saving Sarah (Blissful Bets)

The sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Slowly, he turned to look at Gavin’s face from across the room. Damn, this was going to be hard. Too many conflicting emotions ran through him. Did he offer the guy the bed, or did he beat the crap out of him to prove who the better man for Sarah was? Sometimes being an alpha wasn’t anything but trouble.

“I’m not really tired. Why don’t you take the bed tonight? I’m going to sit up and watch TV for a while.”

Gavin gave him a half smile. “I’m not tired, either.”

Devon sat on one side of the couch while Gavin sat at the other. Turning on ESPN, both remained quiet for a long time. The first mention of baseball, and Devon almost forgot about the other man sitting on his sofa.

“Oh, come on! Dammit! I can’t believe the Braves lost.” Tightening his grip around the remote, Devon had to make sure he didn’t throw the damn thing towards the television.

“I don’t know the first thing about baseball, but when football season starts, you bet your ass I’ll be watching the games,” Gavin said, looking back at the TV.

“Let me guess. You’re a Cowboys fan?” Devon said sarcastically.

Gavin looked over and smiled. “That should be my line, cowboy. No, I’m not partial to the team.”

“Very funny, city boy. So who do you follow if you’re not a Dallas fan?”

“I don’t follow teams. I follow players. Now Adrian Peterson, he’s someone to follow.”

Devon laughed. “Yeah, he’s okay I guess, but what about Cedric Benson? Now he really ripped up the football field, didn’t he? I’ve followed him since he was a sophomore in Midland.”

“Well, at least we agree on sports. As for anything else, that is yet to be determined.”

Devon looked back to the TV, not furthering the conversation. The last thing he wanted was to like this guy. He needed to remember that Gavin was also somewhat competing with him for Sarah, although he wasn’t sure how that was going to work out. Regardless of what either one of them wanted, if he was right, then they’d all be stuck together for a very long time.

Chapter 9

Sarah woke up to the smell of bacon heavily drifting in the air. She sat up confused. Her hair hung in knotted waves around her face. Sleepily, she turned to look at the clock and fell back against her pillow. Seven freaking o’clock, and someone is in my kitchen cooking breakfast. Which one is it? And how in the hell did they get in my house?

Sighing, she threw back the covers and crawled out of bed. The robe she still had on was twisted, exposing the whole right side of her body. She quickly fixed it and looked up to see Devon standing in her doorway.

“I thought I heard you awake. Gavin and I are making breakfast. Coffee?”

Sarah couldn’t ignore the heat blazing in his eyes. Her insides responded immediately. A part of her hated how the bond was pushing her to forgive him faster than she wanted to.

“Yes, lots and lots of coffee.”

Walking forward, she waited for him to move so she could get by. When he didn’t, she looked up.

“I always loved the way you looked first thing in the morning. I can still remember you curled up in my twin size bed at my moms. You know, she still has that bed.”

“Does, she? Well, I guess it was good my parents kicked me out when they…did, or else you would have never seen me in such a mess.” Damn, she was about to bring up the pregnancy, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

Devon laughed and kissed her forehead, moving only slightly out of the way. The tips of her breasts brushed against his lower chest while she scooted past. Her nipples tightened in response, and the beginning of a moan past her lips. It took everything for her to continue to the living room. The urge to pull him back to her bed unnerved her.

Evelyn and Nicole might be right, but she wasn’t giving into anything so soon. Devon was right on one thing. She needed to get to know them both better, and she had every intention of doing that as soon as possible.

“Smells good,” Sarah said, walking into the kitchen. Grabbing a coffee cup, she poured and leaned against the counter.

“So whose brilliant idea was it to surprise me with breakfast?”

Gavin turned to look toward Devon, who walked in and sat down at the table. “Mine. I know how breakfast used to be your favorite meal.”

Sarah looked toward her ex. “I haven’t eaten breakfast since you left,” she whispered.

Knots filled her stomach. Facing the past wasn’t going to be easy. The thought downright terrified her. Between the memories of waking up next to Devon and now this, it was too much, too soon. “But you’re back so I guess this is the perfect way to start the day. Excuse me.”

Placing the coffee cup down, Sarah walked toward her room fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. So much anger and hurt filled her. Recalling the days she spent in that same damn twin size bed crying for someone who never came back rubbed her heart raw.

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