“Monday.”
She winced. “And knowing you, you’re already fully in love.”
“I am.”
“I mean, you’vebeenin love with Avery.”
I sighed. “That obvious?”
“It couldn’t be more so. But Levi is new. And those two are together?”
“Yeah.”
“Is Avery okay with him leaving?”
“I don’t think either of us are. But why would we stop him? He has a life in Minnesota. A career he’s worked hard for. He can’t uproot it all and come here, of all places.”
Her smile thinned. “I’ve done crazier for someone I loved.”
I raised a brow, but didn’t press. Maria could get any info out of me she wanted, but when it came to her own, she was a vault.
“Have you heard from your dad?” I asked softly.
She blew out a breath. “God, what a subject change. No, I haven’t. I’m sure we’ll see him over the holidays. Are you going this year?”
“Of course.”
“And maybe with yourlovers?”
Despite everything, I was smiling again. “Maybe. If I’m lucky.”
“You are. It’ll be okay. I’ll see you next week for dinner. You should bring Avery with you. I like her.”
“If we’re functioning at that point, I will.” I spread my arms and gave her a hug, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Go enlighten young minds or whatever it is you do.”
“Right. Have fun saving cats and old people.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Mateo
Levi’s idea of picking up dinner meant buying enough Chinese takeout to feed the entirety of Whynot.
But I couldn’t complain. I’d worked up an appetite.
“I’ve never been to your place,” Levi said as he came through my front door. Avery was right behind him and paused to lean up on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on my mouth that turned my cock to steel.
“Well, hi,” I mumbled as my cheeks warmed.
“Hi.” She winked and slid past me.
God, I’m fucking obsessed with both of them.I shut the door and locked it, trying to clear my head and keep up with our conversation. “It’s nothing too fancy. I like Avery’s place more. But my bed is bigger.”
A lot bigger.
“And there are restraint points,” I added causally.
Both Avery and Levi turned around with deer in the headlights looks on their faces.
