Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
My eyes dart to Brody, who seems to be waiting patiently for me to answer and, for some crazy reason, despite the fact that Hayden just kissed me, he doesn’t look mad.
Why the hell doesn’t he look mad?
“She’s here with me,” Lacey says since I’ve yet to answer. “My husband is Samuel Powers.”
“Oh, shit,” Brody says, shaking his head. “I had no idea. He always talks about you, but I never put it together.”
“He was a huge asset to the renovation of Silk,” Hayden adds, joining in the conversation. “The man has talent, that’s for sure.”
Wait a second. They both know Sam? How is that possible?
“Are you talking about me?” Sam says, coming over and putting his arm around his wife. “It looks like you’ve met my better half and her best friend. I was planning to introduce you, but you ran off,” he says to Lacey, kissing her temple. “Have introductions been made?”
“I actually know her,” Brody says. “She works at Heart’s with Bree.”
“Oh, you know Bree?” Sam’s confused gaze flits back and forth between us.
“I do. Her coffee and pastries are the reason I’ve had to double my gym time.” Brody winks at me, and butterflies swarm in my chest, reminding me how I feel about him, and also what I’m about to lose.
“You’re telling me.” Sam laughs, completely oblivious to what’s about to go down. “I’m torn between begging Lacey to bring sweets home and not allowing them in the house. They’re a damn addiction.”
“The best addiction,” Hayden adds, making Sam turn his attention on him.
“You know Bree too?” Sam says, then adds, “Well, that makes sense since you two are practically joined at the hip.”
“Who’s joined at the hip?” I blurt out in confusion. He can’t be referring to…
Sam laughs. “Brody and Hayden.” He looks from one guy to the other. “They own this place together… and are best friends and roommates.”
My body stiffens. “You’re…” I breathe, glancing at Hayden. “You’re…” I swallow thickly, my eyes going to Brody. This can’t be happening. I’ve not only been dating two guys, but I’ve been dating best friends. I’m pretty sure I just moved from horrible person to worst person alive.
“We are,” Hayden says softly.
Before I can respond, a beautiful woman, who clearly works here based on her attire, comes over and says, “Welcome to Silk. You can have a seat at any of the booths, and someone will be by to serve you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Hayden says, then turns his attention to me. “Bree, why don’t you sit with us?”
I glance at Lacey, silently begging her for help. “I’m here with Lacey,” I choke out.
“Well, then, Lacey, Samuel, would you guys like to join us at our table?” Hayden asks them.
Sam nods with a smile. “We’d love to.”
Hayden takes my hand in his, and I should probably pull away, but I’m too in shock, too confused, too… freaking the hell out to do anything but let him guide me over to a circular table surrounded by three moon-shaped plush booths.
Hayden slides in, taking me with him, and then Brody slides in after me, making me the cream in the most awkward Oreo sandwich ever. Lacey and Samuel sit in the booth to the left of us, leaving one booth open, but a few seconds later, a couple comes over and introduces themselves as Lucas and Brianne Sharp. Apparently, Lucas is Sam’s boss and owns the architecture and construction company where Sam works.
When the server comes over to take our drink orders, I order a double rum and Coke. The girly drinks aren’t going to cut it tonight if I have to be squeezed between the two men I’m dating at the same damn time. Lacey eyes me with curiosity and confusion, silently asking what the hell is going on.
I simply shake my head since I have no idea while several questions flit through my brain. Are they aware I’ve been dating them both? Are they okay with it? And the one that I get stuck on is if they were okay with it, why didn’t they say something? That one gets my hackles up. Sam mentioned they’re roommates and best friends. We talked for weeks about everything—my kids, our jobs, our families—yet not once did either of them mention the other.
And then a horrible thought crosses my brain, one that has me feeling as though I’m going to puke: Was I nothing more than a game to them? Did they plan this out? It can’t be a coincidence that they both came into Heart’s and asked me out. And if they’re as close as Sam insinuated, there’s no way they never discussed who they were dating.
This entire time while I’ve been freaking out, have they known I was dating them both? The thought has me tensing in my seat, and I’m suddenly more pissed than apologetic.