Chapter 23
Sawyer
I take a look around the kitchen, making sure all the food is still warm, the wine is still chilled, and I still look halfway decent. The sound of Asher's car pulling up sends goose bumps skating up and down my spine.
We agreed that Asher would be the one to talk to Reece. It's the biggest risk we'll ever take because what if he says no? But . . . what if he says yes?
It all looks and sounds like an ambush. This is how psychopaths prepare their victims. But just suggesting the idea of a three-way to Reece while we chopped logs at the woodlot seemed even more creepy.
Asher's footsteps in the entry hall sends my heart to the sky. Fuck. Maybe this is a whole lot of shit Asher and I made up, and it's not actually a viable solution to our fantasy sex life. There's still time. I mean, this could really just be dinner. Asher or I can back out any time, and Reece would be none the wiser.
Asher walks into the kitchen. Reece trails behind him. Asher moves around the counter, and when he's in front of me he leans over and kisses me. A soft kiss. "Hey," he says. I try to decipher by his eyes and body language what the ride over here was like. I think it went well, considering Asher's relaxed face. My eyes dart to Reece. He stands across the counter, keeping his eyes down. I kiss Asher quickly, then move away to greet him.
"Hey," I say. "Happy birthday."
" Thanks. And thanks for inviting me. I can't wait to eat all your good food." He laughs.
We eat dinner and the conversation is easy. It's fascinating how easily we get along. I spill gravy on my shirt, and Reece's face gets so red when we bring out a birthday cake, I want to strip him down to see how far that redness goes.
After dinner, Reece helps me load the dishwasher while Asher clears the table. Then, when Reece is busy washing his hands at the sink, I slip upstairs for a change of shirt.
There just hasn't been a good time to talk to Reece. Half of me is glad that Asher hasn't said anything. The other half is still searching for ways to bring up the topic.