Page 9 of Triple Play
“Now.”
Something in Grant’s tone makes Jordie’s smile falter. He tosses the underwear to me. I catch them and shove them into my suitcase with as much dignity as I can
manage, which is none.
“Listen up.” Grant’s voice cuts through the room. “Both of you. We’re not fucking our roommates. This isn’t that house. We’re not doing this.”
The words hit like a slap.
Jordie raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, Dad. I was just returning her—”
“I don’t care.” Grant’s eyes are ice. “Stay out of her room. Stay out of her business. We live together. That’s it.”
My temper flares—hot and fast.
“Excuse me?” I step closer to Grant. “You don’t get to make rules about who I do or don’t fuck.”
His jaw ticks. “That’s not what I—”
“No, I heard you pretty clearly.” I cross my arms. “You’re not interested? Great. Noted. But that doesn’t mean you get to cockblock the rest of the house.”
Jordie makes a strangled sound that might be a laugh.
Grant’s eyes flash. “I’m trying to keep things from getting complicated.”
“Too late.” I don’t back down, don’t look away. “You made this complicated two years ago.”
The silence that follows is sharp enough to cut.
Jordie clears his throat. “So, uh, pizza? Or the aforementioned fucking? I’m really down for either.” He grins, those dimples cute and completely dangerous.
“I can fuck whoever I want,” I say, still looking at Grant. “Whenever I want. You don’t get a vote.”
Something dangerous flickers in his eyes. His voice drops lower. “You want to fuck Jordie? Go ahead. But don’t come crying to me when it gets messy.”
“Wasn’t planning on coming to you for anything.”
The words land exactly how I want them to. I watch Grant’s composure crack—just for a second.
Jordie is watching us like it’s a tennis match, and then that golden retriever smile comes back full force.
“I like her.” He looks at Grant. “Sorry, man. I really like her.”
“Jordie—” Grant’s voice sounds like a warning.
“What? You just said you’re not interested.” Jordie shrugs. “So that means she’s fair game, right?”
Grant’s hand curls into a fist. “Get out.”
“Both of us, or—?”
“Out.”
Jordie winks at me before he leaves. An actual wink. Like this is all some game and he’s already winning.
Then it’s just me and Grant again.
“You don’t get to do this,” I say quietly. “You don’t get to ghost me for two years and then show up acting like you have any say in my life.”
