Joaquin snorts. “If anything, he’s jealous ofmebecause you are just the perfect amount of cuddly, sweet, and dirty.”
I grin, a little proud of myself, and Joaquin looks thoughtful. I push on the little line that appears between his eyebrows. “What's this about?”
Sitting up a little straighter, he gazes into my eyes. “Just a thought. If he’s jealous or sad when he sees us together, maybe he's not jealous of one or the other. Maybe he feels left out.”
“What—like he wants both of us?” I ask, shifting to face him.
“When we were together, it seemed like he was pretty into it. With both of us.”
I dismiss that with a wave. “Yeah, but he's had a ton of threesomes.”
Joaquin smiles, his grin a tiny bit evil. “I’ve been in a few of those threesomes, and I’ve never seen him have a shred of jealousy in any of those situations.”
I scrunch my face, not a fan of the two of them fucking someone else.
“Hey, Colt. Look at me.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I comply and find a little more amusement than I’d like.
“Don’t be jealous, cariño,” he says, brushing my lips with a kiss. “Those were fun, but they weren’t anything like what the three of us had.”
“If you say so,” I reply, still feeling growly about it.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my jaw. “I’m just saying that if the utter lack of jealousy is typical, then this is a change in his pattern.”
Huh. That makes sense. “You don’t think…?”
Joaquin smiles. “Maybe we’re not the only ones in love here.”
I’d been the one to throw the love talk out there the other day, but if Joaquin’s saying what I think he’s saying…fuck.
“Really?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, Colt. Pretty convenient if you ask me.”
I close one eye, scratching my nose. “Convenient? Not sure I agree.”
A look crosses Joaquin’s face, but he quickly dismisses it.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “It’s…nothing.”
“No, it isn’t. Spill.”
He lets out a big breath and scratches his beard before letting his eyes meet mine. “I…respect other people’s private business, but…maybe sharing something with you will help us figure out what to do going forward.”
“I don’t want you to say anything that’ll make you feel uncomfortable. I will point out, though, that I kept Luke’s secrets for years. I can be trusted with sensitive information.”
He nods and pinches his bottom lip, getting lost in his thoughts for a few moments. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and he seems to come to a conclusion.
Grabbing my hand, he kisses it. “I think Warwick was in love with Renée.”
My mouth opens, a combination of shock and everything finally making some damn sense. “Renée as in Renée Goodnight?”
“Yes. He got into a threesome situation with Renée and Wyatt, and I think Warwick developed feelings.”
I blink, completely stunned. “No fucking way.”
