Page 40 of Room for Three

Owen: We’ll come by and visit you then. I took the liberty of getting your new address from your social worker.

I cringe at the thought of Enzo giving out my location. It’s not like he knows what creeps they were, though. He probably thought he was helping keep us connected.

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Owen: Nonsense. See you after school.

“Everything okay?”

I jerk my head up to find Brayden watching me with concern. “Oh, yeah. Just thinking about something I have to deal with later.”

He shrugs it off and we chat about random stuff on the way to our history class. I’m thankful we have a few class periods together. Knowing I have a friend helps get me through the day. I’m not even embarrassed that it was an arranged friendship. Brayden is easygoing and nice. I like him a lot.

Once we’re in our next class, I notice another missed text. This one is from Cole.

Cole: You ran out in a rush this morning. We need to talk about last night.

A sharp pain cuts through me.

Me: Do you regret it?

Cole: No. That’s the problem.

Honestly, I don’t see the problem if neither of us regrets it.

Me: I don’t either. Maybe later the three of us can finally watch our movie together.

Cole: It’s a date.

A thrill shoots down my spine at his seemingly innocent statement.

What happens when he learns I’ve slept with them both?

Tonight, I could either get what I want—the both of them—or I could lose everything.

I kind of wish I had work tonight. It would be a distraction from the nauseating anxiety curdling my gut. The more I think about this conversation we need to have, the more I don’t want to have it.

It could go sideways quick.

Travis and Cole might decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth and send me packing.

The idea of losing more people in my life makes me want to puke.

I can’t lose them.

A knock on the front door jolts me out of my erratic thoughts. I rush over to the door and look through the peephole.

Owen.

I open the door to see if he’s alone. He’s not. Rhett smirks from beside his father.

“Are you going to invite us in?” Owen asks, eyebrow arching up in amusement.

My skin crawls at his expression. Maybe they’re vampires and I can refuse them entry. I’ll be safe from their pointy teeth and untrustworthy intentions.

They’re not supernatural creatures, though.

Just skeezy men.

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