“Well, you know what the famous Seal says about Crazy.”
“Doesn’t everyone in the universe know what the famous Seal says about Crazy? And he’s right. We’re never going to survive without it. We’d have no chance.”
That’s when I truly clock my decision. Right here and now, overlooking boats in a bustling dock as the sun goes down.
Normal means nothing to me.
Nothing that means anything to me is normal. Not even our rug at home. Not Josh’s weird collection of books and cacti. Not the way I salute magpies and give a hop, hop, hop on my left foot like a weird ballerina whenever I slip a stiletto on.
Not my life, not my career, not my boyfriend.
And not Heath.
Heath Mason is a million amazing things, and the wordnormalwouldn’t feature in any of them.
The cards come tumbling down in my mind, and my inner jeep veers off the road of security. But I don’t care. I don’t give a toss.
I know what I want.
I want the three of us. Me, Josh and Heath living our best lives, without the constraints ofnormality.
I want our magic trio all in, for all time. I want to love the two men, just as they love each other. No holds barred. No proposals involved. Nothing but us, being us, far away fromnormal.
Still, there are three of us involved in the outcome, and two votes can easily outweigh one.
I only pray Heath hasn’t gone all rational and is set to side with Josh, because that’s not where I’m standing. Not anymore.
Thanks again, Vinnie Hampton.
He’s left me with a lot more mental stimulation than memories of being fucked on a lion.
“You’re tense as all hell,” Josh says, massaging my shoulders. “Want to talk anything through before the proposal starts? Any last-minute discussions you want to run through?”
This time I shake my head.
“Nope.”
“No?”
I turn to Josh, grinning with an inner glow I feel bursting through from my very core. I’m resolute. Determined.
“Nope. I’ve got this.”
He looks confused, surprised, but gives me a smile, nodding at my words.
“Go you, Ells. Team us, whatever the outcome may be.”
We link pinkies, because yeah, it’s team us, whatever the outcome may be. I just hope the ultimate outcome has a thirdusin it, without any baggy disguise hoodies, and pre-scheduled meetups until Heath finally meets someone else and waves us goodbye.
That’snot the normal I want in my life.
Josh grabs the purple wrapped De Chante when the proposal time approaches. He clicksarrivedon the app and awaits the instructions.
I laugh out loud when the response comes through, because I should have guessed it. Heath is in suite fucking three, next door. And this time, if I’d have known for sure, maybe I would have given a littlefuck itto normality and walked right on over.
“You’ve got so much sass about you tonight, baby,” Josh says as we leave the hotel room. He raises an eyebrow at me as we approach Heath’s door. “I like it. And I think Heathy Baby’s gonna like it, too.”
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
