Page 91 of Honeymoon Phase
Addison
“Judy, do you know who that woman is talking to the boys?” Trista asks, bracing her elbows on the bar as she glances over her shoulder and then back to the owner, who looks decidedly uncomfortable.
“Now, I don’t want any trouble,” Judy warns, splaying her hands out on the heavily lacquered wooden bar.
“Trouble? Why would there be trouble?” Dakota presses in closer so she can hear Judy.
“Maybe you should just go get your boys and head back up the peak, ladies.” Judy grabs a rag and wipes down the counter. “You’re such nice girls. You’re good for those boys.”
“But who is that?” I ask more firmly, because now I’m curious too.
Judy’s lips purse, her wrinkles stacking on top of each other. “That’s Robyn.”
“Robyn?” Cozy, Trista, and Dakota all repeat the name in unison.
“Robyn Robyn?” Trista asks, her entire body going still.
Judy nods. “You better get the boys out of there before things escalate. Her husband is sitting right over there.”
“Why would things escalate?” I ask, feeling like I’m the only asshole who doesn’t know who this Robyn chick is.
“Everyone just needs to calm down,” Cozy says, trying to be the voice of reason.
“Someone needs to tell me who the fuck Robyn is or I’m going to march over there and ask her myself.”
Dakota and Trista cut each other knowing looks, so I grab their shoulders and force them to look at me. “Spill it.”
Dakota sighs heavily. “She’s a woman who used to live in the apartment above the barn years and years ago.”
“Okay... and?”
Trista’s nose wrinkles as she cuts a mean glare toward the guys before returning her vengeful face to me. “And she fucked all three of them.”
Chills erupt over my skull as my lips part, my whole body feeling electrified with this sickening bit of information. “What do you mean ‘fucked all three of them’? Like they shared her?”
Dakota makes a strange noise and says, “They didn’t fuck her at the same time. It was all different times behind each other’s backs after they’d made a bet over her. It’s majorly fucked.”
“And she ended up pregnant, right?” Cozy asks, and I swear to God my eyes are going to pop out of my face.
“Pregnant?” I press my hands to my temples, unable to comprehend all of this. I don’t consider myself a prude. I grew up around lumberyard guys, but this story tops all of those by a mile.
“Yeah, it was a whole thing,” Dakota answers like she’s reading the daily weather report. “They didn’t know who the father was, and all had to take a paternity test. Turned out the baby belonged to Robyn’s husband back in Colorado Springs.”
“She was married?” I screech, my voice thankfully drowned out by the loud band. I shake my head in denial as I turn to look at Luke. My sweet Luke. The guy whose shoulders ache every day because he lets me sleep on his chest every night.
He fucked a married woman... with his brothers?
My lips curl up in disgust, feeling like I don’t know him at all. If that’s the kind of shit he’s into, no wonder he never made a move on me. I’m too boring for him. Too vanilla. Hell, he was mad at me for fucking a few lumberjacks, yet he failed to mention he fucked a married woman who was also fucking his brothers.
The fuck?
I look over at them and see that the woman is no longer standing where she was before. And neither is Luke. Jerking my head around, I find them in a corner, talking, just the two of them. My eyes drop down her body, noticing she has curves in all the right places. Not my tiny little nothing boobs or my dimply thighs or my stout, bottom-heavy frame. She’s long and lean and has way more than a handful of tit. She’s obviously beautiful.
Maybe she wants him back.
Maybe that’s what they’re discussing.
Clearly he must still have feelings for her or he would have told me about the fucked-up past he has with her and his brothers, because otherwise why would he hide it?
