I chuckled and ran one hand through my curls as we walked into the kitchen where he set the beer on the counter and pulled out two bottles for us. “I’m actually not keeping it in the condo anymore.”
Leo eyed me suspiciously as we each twisted off our tops and I picked up the chips and dip I’d dumped into a bowl ten minutes earlier. I followed Leo to the living room where I’d already set up the TV with a hockey video game for us. “Are you trying to drink less?” he asked, facing me as we sat down.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m seeing someone, and he has a history of alcoholism. He’s been sober for years, and I want to make it easier on him when he stays over.”
Leo’s face split into a grin. “I knew something was up with you. You were smiling into your phone all day on Thanksgiving. Is he the guy you were looking all troubled over the night of Sophia’s pregnancy party?”
I furrowed my brow. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“That’s what I’m calling it,” Leo said, grabbing a chip and a large scoop of dip.
“It’s kind of more complicated than that,” I said, taking a swig of beer.
“Because of Liv?” Leo asked with a knowing look. “What does she think of this?”
I shook my head. “Alright, I’m just going to say it. We’re all dating each other.”
Leo froze with his beer bottle on his lips. “Maybe you should be more specific.”
“Liv, Kayden, and I are all dating each other. We’re a throuple.”
Leo’s smile filled his face as he grinned at me. “You’ve been single forever and now you’re telling me you’re in a relationship withtwopeople?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And one of them is Liv?”
“Of course.” Leo had not been oblivious to my feelings for Olivia and had dropped many suggestions that I get myself out of the friendzone over the years.
He grabbed a few more chips, loaded them with dip, and popped them into his mouth. He spoke in between bites. “So, how did you meet him? And how did you all get involved?”
“I met him in a bar, and it turns out he’s also Kaylee’s biological father.”
Leo’s jaw dropped, his mouth full of chewed-up chips. “Did he know about Kaylee?”
“No, and close your mouth.”
Leo finished chewing and swallowed. “Holy crap. Wait, isn’t Kayden the name of your architect?”
“Yep,” I said, laughing. “It’s a whole cluster.”
He cackled. “You’re fucking your assistant and your architect? And your architect is the father of your assistant’s child?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Please don’t tell your mother yet. I realize I’m an HR crisis and I asked her to get coffee with me later this week so I can talk to her about it because it’s been a while and we want to be openly together now.”
“My mom isn’t going to care,” Leo said with another laugh. “Her and my dad run three businesses together and act like we don’t know they have sex all over them. Come on. She’s got no ground to stand on.”
“I mean, some ground in comparison.”
Leo shrugged. “Are you with both of them individually, or are they with each other?”
“They’re with each other too,” I said.
“Wait, am I allowed to ask questions? Because I don’t want to be invasive, but I have more questions,” he said cautiously.
“Of course you can ask, hockey star. I’m not planning to offer up details to strangers, but you’re practically my little brother.”
He puffed up his chest, looking proud. “Okay. You all sleep together? And by sleep, I mean fuck.”
