“What are you doing?” I shout across my car and through the passenger window.
Rory and Luke look at me at the same time, say something I can’t hear to the man, shake his hand, and get in my car with me. Rory sits in the front, and Luke slides into the back.
“Who is that?”
“Pastor Alan,” Rory answers.
Frowning, I try to lead them to explain more, “And he is…”
“A person?” Luke’s response comes out as a question. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I find that his frown matches mine.
Still confused, I retort, “He looks homeless. Should we take him to a shelter? It’s cold outside.”
Rory waves me off. “We already offered that. He doesn’t want to go. He said he can’t leave his flock.”
“Should we get him some food?”
Luke answers this time. “He wouldn’t take that either. So, we gave him our jackets, and I slipped some cash in the pockets.”
We may have questionable morals, but we’re not heartless. And there’s only so much we can do for someone who doesn’t want our help.
Nodding my head, satisfied that they did all they could, I get down to why I’m here. “Now that that’s settled, what the hell are we doing here?” My hand waves to Savannah’s apartment. “Have you been following her or something?”
Luke rears his head back. “What are you talking about? If anyone is following anyone, it’s Rory following me.”
Rory whips his head around, glaring in the backseat. “Are you delusional? You’re the one who was watchingmetonight.”
Luke leans forward, getting in Rory’s face, but the energy in here feels less angry and more steamy. “Only because you stopped and stared when Savannah and I were kissing at the library, then you avoided me for days.”
“You watched us kiss first!” Rory throws his hands in the air.
“And you liked it!” Luke falls back, resting against the seat.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Calm down.” Slicing my hands through the air to stop the fighting, I put myself in the middle. “Why are you watching each other? Have either of you told Savannah about it?” When my question isn’t answered, I find Rory and Luke looking in every direction but mine. “Well, this is interesting.”
Rory’s brows almost disappear into his hair. “I think interesting is an understatement.”
“No shit,” I quip.
“Well, I’m not going to stop seeing her,” Luke says defensively.
I shake my head. “Me either.”
“Neither am I. Not after tonight,” Rory adds.
“Looks like there’s only one option then.” Rory shrugs his shoulders. “We share.”
Squinting at him, I retort, “How is that our only option?”
I’m not against polyamory. As long as everyone is consenting, do what you want. I’ve just never been a part of something like that. I don’t know if I’m a sharing type of man.
“You’re right. It’s notouronly option.” Rory gestures between the three of us, then he motions between him and Luke. “But I think it’souronly option. Or at least, our best option.”
Luke shrugs a shoulder. “We’ve done it before.”
“Not for more than one night,” I remind them.
Rory points at me. “True, but I’m sure we could work it out. It’s the twenty-first century. It’s not like there aren’t other groups out there that live this way.”
