“He’s not an evil person, I guess. Heisa womanizer, though. He’s a flirt. He’s unreliable. He’s a liar. God, he has a fucking mullet, Evie. What kind of grown man has a mullet?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I’d gotten myself off at least once thinking about that man’s mullet. “So going on a date with him is totally fine.”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “It’snotfine.”
“Okay. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
Austin’s throat bobbed and he shoved his hands so deep in his pockets, I wondered if they had holes in the bottom. “Of course not. I’m just looking out for you.”
Just looking out for me.
I’d rather he shoot me.
“Right. Of course not,” I whispered.
Austin’s eyes were pinned on the floor. He cleared his throat. “For what it's worth, I like Matthew a lot more.”
“It’s not really worth anything, thanks,” I muttered, looking away from him. “I like both of them.”
“So you’d want to do the whole polyamory thing?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Yes? Maybe? Yes. But it’s not like I’ve had much luck finding one boyfriend, let alone three.”
“Three?”
Shit. That slipped out.
“Who the fuck is the third guy?”
I stared at him. Was he really that oblivious? For a split second, I considered laying it all out for him. I was in a bad mood, in pain, and he was ruining my morning by being so damnAustin.
Fuck it.
“Out,” I growled. “I want you out.”
“Evie. Who the fuck is the third guy?”
I reached for the door and pulled it open, pushing him back out onto my doorstep.
“Evie? What the hell? I could cook breakfast?—”
“I don’t want you to cook breakfast for me.” I looked him square in the eye. “You’re a god damned idiot if you can’t figure out who the third guy is. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
His mouth dropped and he turned paler than a ghost.
I slammed the door and twisted the lock.
Dammit. My arm hurt. My heart hurt. I’d probably just ruined everything with Austin. Not that there was anything there to begin with, aside from years of being in each other’s lives, spending almost every holiday together, sharing every birthday together.
Well, only if he figured out what I meant.
What the hell was I going to do now?
Date Nick and Matthew?
I’d had worse ideas.
CHAPTER SEVEN
