Saying Yes
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Darlene leaned down and hissed, “All you’ve talked about since moving here is those twins. Now, when you could take your pick, you say no?” She slapped a hand over my forehead. “No fever, so you must have just lost your ever-loving mind!”
She’d suffered enough, so I relaxed and released a giggle. The grin on my face started to hurt. I leaned in and lowered my voice. “No, I told them I couldn’t decide, so they said they didn’t want me to.”
The woman who knew me better than anyone else collapsed back onto her bench, mouth open. “I have no idea what you said, but you look happy. That’s enough for me.” Her grin matched my own. “But are you telling me you get to keep them both?”
I nodded, unable to keep the happiness off my face. “They want me to.”
“Oh, my God. You lucky little minx.”
“And…” I took a deep breath, ready for her outrage. “They asked me to move in.”
“Move in? With both of them?”
I cut my eyes right and left to make sure no one overheard. “Um… yeah. But could you keep your voice down?”
Darlene’s cheeks flushed, but she angled over the table, close enough to whisper, “Like, sleep in the same bed, the three of you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Darlene narrowed her eyes. “They’re not… you know.” She made a circle with thumb and forefinger and pushed in the index finger from her other hand.
“No!” I replied. Trust Darlene to think that, her and her yaoi twincest fixation. How was that even a thing? “Two guys, and all for me.” Smug? Me? Well, yeah.
A wrinkle appeared between Darlene’s eyebrows. “And they’re not jealous of the time you spend with the other brother?”
“No. They want someone who won’t separate them.” Who’d want to? They worked better as a set.
“What did you tell them?” Darlene hissed.
Oh, right. I slapped my forehead. I’d never actually given them an answer, had I? “We kinda got… um… busy. I haven’t replied yet.” Unless Oh, God, yes! during sex counted.
Darlene bounced on her seat. “Are you kidding me? You call them right this minute!”
Quite by accident I glanced to my left and caught Brenda watching us. Her face flamed and she buried her blush in the pages of the book she held upside down.
So that’s how it was, huh?”
I gave my friend a wide smile. “Darlene, I hope you don’t mind, but I need to go make a quick phone call to the guys.”
She started shoving her lunch back in her bag. “I can come with you. This I want to hear.”
I stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Nope. You need to stay here.”
“But…”
“Trust me. I’ll catch up to you later.” Passing by the next table, I gave Brenda a wink.
She’d parked herself by Darlene before I’d even left the courtyard.
About damned time.
I strolled across the lawn to an out of the way place and made my call.
Andy answered, a smile in his voice. Easy to imagine the grin I’d come to see more and more on his face lately. “Hey, Cassie. What’s up?”
Damn, it felt good to hear someone so excited to talk to me. “Is Jack around?”
“Sure, he’s right here.”
“Put this call on speaker.”
“Hey, sweet lady,” Jack said. “Miss us?”
I grinned, heart full to bursting. “You know when you asked me to move to your grandpa’s house with you?” Instead of their original plan of one moving to the farm and the other staying in the duplex, they’d decided to both move to the farm.
With me.
“Yes,” they said in unison. Jack continued, “I don’t remember you giving us an answer.”
I pictured my men, holding their breath, waiting. The world dictated that I only love one.
Screw the world. I refused to live by others’ rules. “I think I’d like that very much.”
The men whooped in the background. Andy must have picked up the phone, as his voice sounded closer now. “I know this is going to be a change. Will it be a problem when people ask which one you’re with, me or Jack?”
I’d thought about that, talked things over with Magoo, who still hadn’t become a fount of wisdom. Maybe he’d enjoy farm living. I’d decided this was my life, and Jack’s and Andy’s. As long as we were together, we’d deal with wagging tongues.
“That’s easy,” I replied. “I’ll just say, ‘yes.’”
About the Author
Edie Sommers believes in happy endings, but not everyone’s happy ending looks the same. She took to writing young, releasing the stories and people she has in her head. Born and raised in the Southern US, Edie sets many of her stories in the south, bless her heart.
She lives with her husband, kids, and a small menagerie of pets in a place where directions include “turn off the paved road.”
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Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author