Page 118 of Drop Three

I heard a loud grunt of pain coming from Bodhi’s room and I didn’t think—just ran to him.

I thought I could help him, even in the compromised position he was in, and not get too close.

I see now how wrong I was.

Our chemistry has never been lacking, meaning we are bound to fail if we get too close.

I need to keep my distance; more of a distance than before.

I decide to shower and get ready for the day before going downstairs to see what everyone in the house is up to.

The quiet time allows me to reflect on the next month ahead.

The annual Strikers Charity Gala is this weekend and since today is only Monday, I have time to think through my plans and most importantly, what I'm going to wear.

I’ve thought long and hard about inviting Crew to be my date.

He’s such a great guy but I’m not sure he’s for me.

I know we are due for a conversation sooner rather than later.

However, I didn’t feel right inviting him to be my date and leading him on any further, so I avoided the topic entirely and decided to go alone. Thankfully, I’m not a player on the team, so whether I come with a date or not won’t be an issue.

Besides, Crew is back on the team now, so I know I could see him at the gala. He said as much without actually saying it. It’s his weekend to have Addie, and he made it clear that if it was important enough to me for him to attend, her mom could keep her.

He’s waiting for me to ask and tell him I want him there.

But I can’t do that because my heart hates me.

I seem to still be emotionally unavailable, no matter how hard I’ve tried not to be. It was always inevitable, similar to the conversation I know I need to have with Bodhi and Cal.

There are many conversations to come with three possessive and stubborn men.

Can’t wait.

However, we still have a few days left with Penelope here, and I plan to make the most of it. I’m taking her shopping and for lunch at Burger Bros, Atlanta’s best burger joint, intending to get her belly full and wallet emptied.

I’m a fabulous influence.

A beep from my phone alerts me to a text message.

Crew:I miss you. Can’t wait to see you soon.

Gahhh. I hate this.

My stomach drops and I feel sick.

Why can’t I fall deeply in love with Crew? He’s a great guy, a great father, andhe wants me. More than I’m used to, if I’m being honest.

I can’t lead him on, though. His daughter is his world and knowing I’ll never be able to get there with him only solidifies the need to tell him.

He deserves someone who is all in.

My fickle self has to be smitten with the only man in this world who has told me outright he doesn’t want me.

I’ve tried not to think too hard about the theory Tenley, Penelope, and Kodi presented. Logically, it would make sense.

The timeline and events fit.

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