Noah nudges me with his shoulder. “Based on last night and today, I’m thinking it’s safe to assume this is no longer a competition?”
I gawk at the sentiment.
I can’t even begin to wrap my head around Tremblay—Tytus—also being romantically and sexually involved with Sawyer.
“She was okay with both of us,” he says. “Why not make it three?”
“Are you serious right now?” I shove off the banister, raking both hands through my hair.
Why not make it three?
Like it’s a casual thing. Like there aren’t layers of animosity and loathing woven into every interaction between us.
What he did was heinous.
What I did was worse.
Sawyer is certain Tytus will forgive me.
What she didn’t count on is that I don’t know that I can forgive myself. “You were in the truck last night too, Merce.”
I huff out a humorless laugh. I was in the truck, all right. I had a front-row seat to the debauchery. I even lent a helping hand. Literally.
“You saw how codependent they are,” he goes on, looking out over the snowy landscape. “How much she needed and wanted him. Yeah, she was high and not herself, but there had to be some truth to her requests. After all that’s gone on over the last few months, all the times she was conflicted, or shut us out, it makes more sense now, doesn’t it? She needs him. I can’t ask her to give that up.”
Numbness sets in. Because so much of what he’s saying makes sense.
Still…
“He’d never agree,” I mutter. It’s a stupid response. I don’t have any real understanding of how Tytus Tremblay operates. He’s surprised me more than once over the last twenty-four hours.
Noah grips the banister, his head hanging low between his arms. “Maybe not. But I don’t see her choosing us over him. Just like I doubt he’ll willingly walk away. We at least owe it to Sawyer, and I guess to ourselves, to float the idea.”
His words settle into my bones, adding a layer to the frigidness. The snow is really coming down now, making it almost impossible to see the barn from here.
Why not make it three.
Jesus H.
Why not commit myself to a life of shame and unnecessary strife?
There’s nothing I want less than to have to get along with Tytus.
Unfortunately, there’s something I do want more.
Another chance. A shot at happiness with the woman who has utterly and completely mystified me since the moment we met.
I don’t want to fold Tytus into the mix.
But I’ll do anything to make Sawyer stay.
“God dammit,” I mutter as reluctant acceptance washes over me.
“I know, brother,” Noah says, chuckling. “I know.”
“It might not work. This all might blow up in our faces,” I challenge. But there’s no heat to my words.
“So you’d rather sit this out and not try at all?”
