Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I finish the last drop of the cocktail I ordered, something with lychee, pineapple, and vodka in a fancy glass. “It’d be fun to bring Jessie here, but it’s nice to have a night out as an adult.”
“That’s good,” Wyatt says. “Would you like another drink?”
“Oh, no. That one was plenty.”
“Ready to go to our next destination, then?” Cam asks.
“There’s more?” This was already like dinner and a show.
“Of course,” Wyatt says. “We’re just getting started.”
On the way out, it’s Cam who takes my hand, but I don't sense anything competitive in the gesture. In fact, he does it in such an easy and casual way, as if it’s something he’s done a million times.
But there’s nothing ordinary about it for me. It triggers all the same fluttery feelings I had when Wyatt held my hand.
The next part of our date is an escape room.
“Have you ever done one?” Cam asks.
“No, they sound like fun, but I don’t think Jessie’s old enough for it yet,” I say. Actually, I thought escape rooms were for kids, and it figures that these guys would choose an activity like this, being overgrown boys themselves.
The room we play has a colorful candyland theme. “We thought it would be appropriate,” Wyatt says. “Maybe marshmallows will be involved.”
I hang back and mostly just watch at first, because it all seems kind of silly, but the guys get me involved in solving a puzzle, and the next thing I know, I’m rushing around the room with the two of them, trying to figure things out.
“Why is this so tricky when it looks like a kid’s game?” I wonder aloud at one point.
“We’ve heard that the operators can adjust the difficulty based on who’s playing,” Cam says.
I get so caught up in the action that when we solve the room with only three minutes to spare, I hug each of the guys, not realizing that hugging them only makes me wish I was kissing them. These men are too tempting.
When we leave, the parking lot is empty. Escape rooms must not be too busy on weeknights.
With no one around, the men both put their arms around me for the short walk to the car. Wyatt’s arm is around my shoulders and Cam’s is around my waist, and if I thought that physical contact with one of them was a lot, being touched by both of them together is so much more.
Trying to distract myself from all the ways my body is going wild, I force myself to make conversation. “I’m surprised how fun that was,” I tell them. “I usually just like to relax in my spare time, but that was invigorating.”
Wyatt squeezes my shoulder. “We should definitely go again some time. They also have a room themed with superheroes, and a scary one.”
“But that would mean going on a second date,” Cam says. “Against your policy.”
“Okay, maybe I’ve been a little too rigid. Much as I love Jessie, it’s been fun to have a night off from Mom duty.”
“Being a mom is hard work,” Wyatt says. “You need a break sometimes.”
“Well, this has been a really fun night,” I say when we reach the car. “Thank you.”
“The night still isn’t over,” Cam says.
CHAPTER 25
WYATT
Stella checks her watch. “I shouldn’t stay out too late.”
“Of course not, but we need to have dessert,” I say. “I worked up an appetite running around that candy landscape.”
“I ate so much at dinner that I’m not sure I can eat dessert,” Stella says as she settles into the passenger seat.
“I made chocolate chip cookies.”
“And we have ice cream and hot fudge,” Cam adds.
She laughs. “Well, I certainly can’t pass that up.”
As we’re driving back to our house, Stella asks about our relationship histories.
“We’ve dated a lot, but nothing too serious or long term. We’ve been focused on growing our channel,” Cam says.
“Do you usually date women together?”
“This is the first time,” he tells her.
After a pause, Stella asks, “So why are you taking me out together?”
“Because we both like you,” I say, refusing to feel like a third wheel even though I’m in the back seat.
She turns and gives me a smile. “I appreciate not having to choose between you.”
After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, Stella says, “I have something silly to confess. That morning when I first met you at the grocery store, I thought you were following me home. I thought you were some kind of creeps.”
“Well, technically, we were following you home, or at least close to your home,” I say.
Cam laughs. “Glad we made such a great impression on you.”
“As a woman, you can’t be too careful.”
“Yet we managed to lure you to our home with a trail of marshmallows,” I say.
At our house, we make hot fudge cookie sundaes. Stella’s is small, while Cam and I put several scoops of ice cream in our bowls. We take them into the living room to eat, and they’re good, but when I catch sight of Stella licking fudge from her spoon, I’m nearly too distracted to finish my dessert.