“Isaac. You. Me.”
“Should I be nervous?”
“Is there a reason you always assume I want to give you bad news?”
“It’s just been kind of an intense day.”
“I have a favor to ask.”
Oh, God.
“Okay.”
“Would you be interested in getting together with me and Isaac? Like tomorrow night maybe? Just to—you know—see if we can figure this whole thing out?”
“Don’t you think that would be weird?”
Deacon shrugs. “I think it makes sense. I mean clarity is always a good idea, right?”
“But shouldn’t we all be figuring our shit out individually? One on one?”
“Did your one on one with Isaac this morning help you figure anything out?”
I want to tell him no, and that’s exactly why I need to talk to him some more.
“Is this gonna be like the two on one date on The Bachelor? Two girls, one rose, one stays, one goes?”
Deacon frowns. “Is that a pop culture reference?”
“It’s a reality TV show.”
“Do they like—fight over the rose or something?”
I laugh. “No. The Bachelor decides who to send home. The one who stays gets the rose.”
“Oh, yeah, no, I don’t think of this that way at all. This would be more of a group decision making model.”
God bless Deacon and his beautiful brain.
“And I don’t know,” he adds. “Maybe it would be cool to hang out together.”
I narrow my eyes. “Hang out? With a guy we’ve both had sex with?”
“You and I sort of have, too.”
“And this is a good idea, why?”
“Tell me why it’s a bad one,” he challenges.
I decide I’ll be honest. “I don’t know how I’m gonna react to seeing the two of you together.”
“That’s interesting,” he says thoughtfully. “Because I’d like to see the two of you together.”
I frown. “Together how?”
He just sort of looks at me, and I feel my cheeks heat. “Deacon?”
“However you are.”
