“Yeah, things kind of just happened. Iris and I found Beau attractive, we all slept together, the sex was amazing and we’ve been in this situation-ship for a little over a month,” I said, feeling good about finally talking about it. “I want them both and I know it’s not normal and?—”
“Love has no rhyme or reason,” Brooks said. “If it feels right, then who cares what anyone else says? If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters, Nash. You deserve happiness.”
I clenched my jaw, not prepared for his words. This felt like a do-over for us and I was glad that this might be a new beginning. Now all I needed was my wife and the handsome man who had enraptured us both.
27
iris
The cabinof the truck was quiet as we drove away from my family’s farm. I felt like we had been here for days instead of just one day. So much had happened and I still wasn’t sure what the hell had just occurred. I should be upset, but now all I wanted was to go home.
I glanced at Beau who was typing furiously on his phone. His brows were furrowed as he bit his lip. Guilt hit me for how I had spoken to him, he didn’t deserve my anger, but the betrayal that they could keep something from me hurt.
“Are we staying in Amarillo?” Beau broke the silence.
“Yeah, it?—”
“Thanks,” he said immediately. “I need to fly home.”
“Now?” I said in shock.
“It’s an emergency,” he clipped.
“Ok,” I said slowly. “Are you booking a flight?”
“How long is it from here?” he asked, still typing away on his phone.
“Uh, at least an hour,” I said, confused. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I just need to get home,” he mumbled, typing away.
“I can go with you,” I said feeling panicky.
“No, just drop me off,” he said dismissively.
I clenched my jaw, ready to fight with him but thought better of it.
“I don’t want to just drop you off. Even if I just fly with you, I can see?—”
“No, Nash is coming to meet you,” he interrupted me.
“He’s probably talking to Brooks right now?—”
Beau’s phone rang and he answered it immediately.
“Estoy buscando vuelos,” he said softly.
I looked over, wondering why the hell I didn’t know he spoke Spanish.
“No, cuando encuentro uno, te llamaré.”
Since I hadn’t bothered to turn on the radio, I could hear the other person talking and it sounded like a woman. Jealousy burned through me as I tried to remember when he had ever mentioned someone else or if I had missed the signs.
“No te preocupes,,” he said. “Ok, bye.”
I kept my eyes on the road, too upset to keep talking or even look at him. The drive to the airport was silent, with neither of us looking or speaking to each other. The Amarillo airport was not busy when we arrived, not that I had expected it to be since it wasn’t a big airport.
“My flight is with United,” he said.
