Nova’s eyebrows shot up as we both watched a small crowd attempt something that looked like downward dog had been to one too many bachelorette parties. “That’s brilliant, Lune.”
I shrugged. I didn’t feel brilliant. I just knew what it felt like to have the men in my life love me in a way that made me feel powerful. Safe. Like I owned my body again. I wanted that for other people, for anyone who’d had it stolen from them.
I glanced over to where Dirks was chatting animatedly with Jer and Ollie, all three of them laughing over something.
I pointed. “They seem to be getting along great.”
Nova followed my gaze and nodded. “I think so, too.”
“Did you torture him?”
Her laugh was pure mischief. “No. I told him to step up, though.”
“Nove . . . ”
“I love you, Luna. But you need two men who are fully committed. Just looking out for you.”
I sighed but smiled, because I knew she meant it. Pulling her into a quick hug, I murmured, “You’re impossible.” Then, because I couldn’t resist, I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward the mat.
“No, no, absolutely not?—”
“Come on,” I said, already maneuvering her into one of the tamer Kama Sutra-yoga mashups. “If I’m attempting the ‘Lotus Bridge,’ then you do, too.”
The last guest slipped out the door, and I moved through the studio, pulling the shades one by one, while behind me I could hear the clink of cups and the scrape of chairs as Dirks and Jer cleaned up.
I turned after dropping the last shade, letting out a cleansing breath.
Dirks looked up from the counter, smoothie glass in hand, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “This was fun, Luna girl. The community’s proud to have you here.”
Warmth stirred in my chest, and I crossed to him, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth before turning and giving Jer the same.“Thank you both for coming. You know if people post photos from tonight, they’re going to see the three of us... together.”
“Luna girl, I don’t care who knows.”
Jer gave a low laugh. “I hate social media.”
I tilted my head at him. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No. Of course not.”
“You know, at some point I’m going to have to just... announce it. That the three of us are dating.”
Dirks glanced over his shoulder, brows lifting. “Why?”
“Because otherwise,” I said, waving a hand between them, “people are going to assume I’m terrible. Like I’m sneaking around with you both behind each other’s backs instead of”—I made a vague, all-encompassing gesture—“this.”
Jer didn’t move from where he was rinsing out the blender. “Let ’em think whatever they want,” he said over his shoulder. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t want it to look like I’m hiding you. Either of you.”
Dirks dried his hands on a dish towel and came to stand on my other side. “You’re not hiding us. You kiss me in public. You kiss him in public. We’re in photos together. Anyone paying attention already knows.”
“Yeah,” Jer murmured, smirking. “They can figure it out without a press release.”
It went quiet again, the hum of the fridge and the faint shake of a blender blade being rinsed the only sounds. I glanced down at my pink yoga set, which was a matching shirt and leggings since I’d peeled off my sweatshirt earlier.
“By the way, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
Jer’s hands stilled on the blender. I reached up and kissed him, the faint taste of mint clinging to his mouth. He set the blender down, wiped his palms on his pants, and kissed me back harder.
