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The warmth of his touch sends tingles up my arms. Part of me wants to say yes immediately, to dive back into whatever this is between us. But the rational part of my brain screams this is a terrible idea.

"I'll think about it," I manage to say, pulling my hands free.

"That's all we ask." Donovan straightens, that dangerous smile playing at his lips again. "Hope to see you tomorrow."

He turns and walks away, leaving me breathless and confused. Through the window, I watch him climb into his truck, the engine's rumble matching my thundering heart.

"Girl." Lacey appears beside me, eyebrows raised. "That man is sex on a biscuit. What are you still doing here?"

I grab a rag and start wiping down the already clean counter. "It's complicated."

"Isn't it always?" She bumps my hip with hers. "But sometimes complicated is worth it. He looks worth it."

The rest of my shift stretches ahead, hours to think about their offer. Hours to talk myself into it, or out of it. Hours to remember how it felt being caught between all three of them, wanting and being wanted.

God help me, I already know I'll go.

41

COREY

The knock at Seth's door sends my heart into my shoes. Donovan shoots me a look from his spot on the leather couch, while Seth heads to answer it.

"Need another drink?" Seth asks, pausing at the door.

"I'm good." My glass is still full, untouched since I poured it twenty minutes ago. The ice has melted, watering down the expensive brandy.

The door opens and there she is. I’m breathless at the sight of her. Abbie stands in the doorway, looking uncertain but determined. She's wearing her shift clothes that manage to hug her curves in all the right places. Her curly hair falls loose around her shoulders, and I fight against the desire to cross the room and take her in my arms.

"Come in," Seth says softly, stepping aside.

"Thanks." Her voice is quiet but steady as she enters.

Relief floods through me. Part of me was convinced she wouldn't show, that the mess with Chandler had scared her off for good. But here she is. Thank god.

"Hey." I stand, wanting to go to her but holding myself back.

"Hi." She meets my eyes briefly before glancing at Donovan.

"Have a seat," Seth gestures to the empty armchair. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Wine, if you have it."

Seth heads to the bar while Abbie perches on a chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Thank you for coming," I say. "We... I needed to see you."

"Chandler talked to me," she says. "He apologized."

"I know. He told me." I take a breath. "But that's not why we asked you here tonight."

Seth returns with her wine. She takes a small sip, those hazel eyes darting nervously between the three of us.

"We need to talk," Donovan says. "About everything."

Seth leans back against the bar, his shoulders dropping as he watches her. The way his eyes soften when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear - I've known him long enough to recognize that look. He's completely taken with her.

Donovan's no better. His jaw tightens every time she shifts in her seat, like he's physically restraining himself from going to her. The hungry gleam in his eyes reminds me of how he looked at her that night at dinner, right before everything went to hell.

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