Abby
“I think my retinas are going to burn off from staring at the two of you out there,” Riley says the second the front door closes. “There were sparks flying all over the place.”
I think maybe she’s done, but she continues. “Also…” Her eyes dart around, clearly looking for Mav, but he already snuck upstairs and into his room.
I can hear his favorite audiobook about snakes playing quietly through his closed door.
“He was eyeing you like you were a glass of cold water after a solo trek across the Sahara,” she adds.
I debate how much to tell her. There’s no way to deny the chemistry she clearly saw between us. I can’t even hide it from myself, so why would I be able to hide it from her?
“I slept with him three years ago,” I blurt out quietly.
Her head jerks back, eyes widening. “What? I thought they just moved to town.”
“They did, but… It’s a long story.”
She slides her coat off, tossing it on the dining room table. “Well… you’d better find a place for us to sit down, and you are going to start talking.”
I grab a glass of water for myself and make her a cup of tea. We plop down on opposite sides of the couch. I spill the entire story.
“Well, shit,” Riley says. “Look at you following in my footsteps.”
She and Cole had a summer fling years earlier, before she returned to town last year, and they started fresh—with Theo and Finn in the mix.
“Not really.” The main difference is that Kane and I are not going to find our happy ending, like she and Cole did. It just isn’t in the cards for us.
“Never say never,” she says, polishing off her cup of tea. “With chemistry like that, it’s hard to believe there isn’t more to come.”
I try to fight the sliver of hope her words wedge into my heart, but it takes hold anyway. If she only knew Kane isn’t the only guy I have that kind of chemistry with.
There are somehow three of them that make me feel things I never knew were possible.