I smile. I can always rely on Ariel to bring things into perspective.
“Not entirely.” I pull away so that I can look at her. “I don’t belong in that world, Ariel. I thought that perhaps I could, that I might love them enough to make it work. But then a woman with a chihuahua walked through me like I didn’t exist, and the concierge smiled at another woman with a business card, and I don’t want a flashy seven-figure apartment.”
I run out of steam, and slump against her.
“You didn’t speak to them about this, did you?”
“No.”
“You turned your cell off, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “They’re going to be sitting outside waiting for you to go out there and explain why you’re freaking the hell out over an apartment some folks would sell their soul for.”
“I’ll speak to them.” I pause. “When I’m ready.”
“Okay, what else happened?”
“Nothing. Kyle was lovely. Gentle, kind. I didn’t feel like he was judging me.”
“So, you’re judging you instead.”
“How do you always know what I’m thinking?” I sit up straight and take another steadying breath.
“Because you’re a classic people-pleaser, and I’m studying psychology in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Damn.” I smile.
“Damn indeed.” She shrugs. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”
“I don’t know. I need time to think.”
“Well, you’ve got a little over six months to get your shit together. Maybe less. Twins often come early.”
I groan out loud.
“Someone’s got to tell it like it is, Remy. And it sure as shit isn’t gonna be those two men whose hearts you’re messing around with.”
“I’m not messing around with their hearts.”
Her eyes bulge and her lips purse when she gives me the look. “You want to try rephrasing that?”
“I’ll speak to them.”
“Thank you, lord.” She peers up at the ceiling. “But perhaps next time you could send a sex-god billionaire my way too.”
“My schedule is full today.” I tuck my cell between my chin and shoulder and shove some textbooks into my tote for effect.
It isn’t. I’m just not ready to see either of them yet.
I still can’t wrap my head around what happened. Again. I didn’t intend to have sex with them both. When I replay it in my head, my panties get soaked and I want to cover my face with both hands at the same time.
What the hell am I doing?
“I’ll pick you up after your classes,” Cash says.
“No, I’m working.” Another lie. I feel bad for lying to them, but I need more time, even though I know that twenty-four hours isn’t going to give me sudden and apocalyptic clarity.
