Page 70 of The Grumpy Vet
They're sittingreallyclose to each other. I blink a few times. So close that when Ryde lowers his hand, it lands on Dario's thigh. Beer lodges in my throat, but I somehow manage not to cough it back up and shoot Ryde a questioning look across the room.
His eyes meet mine, so I know he sees me. I know he can see the question I can't ask written all over my face. And yet, it doesn't stop him from touching Dario. If anything, he shuffles even closer to him.
Dario, for his part, wraps his free arm around Ryde's shoulder and smiles at him. For a brief moment, my cock forgets we have company and stirs in my pants.
But that moment quickly passes when Oakey clears his throat and sendsmea questioning look.
Have I stepped into the twilight zone? What is going on?
Oakey takes a long pull of his beer, his blue eyes locked on me the entire time as his head tilts back, and it freaks me the fuck out.
"Well?" he eventually asks.
"Well what?" I stammer.
His eyes flick over to my guys. Heat flares in my chest, and what I wouldn't give to march my arse over there and join them.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Oakey asks me.
I think we're seeing vastly different things. He's looking at his son and his son's best friend. I'm taking in my two boyfriends.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
He drops his beer on the coffee table and smiles eerily at me. "Shouldn't you be with them?"
My chest constricts, like someone has placed me in a corset and is pulling the strings until I can't breathe. "Why would I do that?" I manage, focusing solely on Oakey because if there's a shitshow to come, I want him to direct it at me, not at my guys.
Although…if he has somehow figured out there's something going on with us and is about to unleash, why the fuck is he smiling at me?
He quirks a brow. "I don't know. Maybe because you'd want to sit next to your boyfriends?"
Ho-ly.
Fuck!
He knows. I can't focus onthehowbecause my immediate concern isthewhat. What is he going to do now that he knows the truth?
I turn to Ryde expecting him to look how I'm feeling—panicked and like I might throw up any second—but he's grinning. He's cool, calm, andgrinning.
So is Dario.
I shake my head and release the breath I've been holding for the past few minutes. "You told him," I say, looking at Ryde.
"I did."
I turn to my bestie. "And of courseyoucame up with the plan to give me an early heart attack."
"Actually, at your age, the risk of a heart attack starts to become more common." The more he talks, the more he grins, but after clocking my exasperated expression, he decides to put me out of my misery. "Ryde told me at the pub today."
"Right." I breathe again. "And are you…okay with it?"
"I was surprised. Not so much by these two." He waves his finger between Ryde and Dario. "But to think not one but two guys could be in love with you. Gotta admit, that threw me for a loop."
"It threw me for a loop, too." I chuckle then stop.
Wait.
Did he saylove?
