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“I can’t thank you enough,” I tell him and Jason, then turn back to Matthew. “We broke up a couple of weeks ago, and he still won’t accept it.”
“Pretty sure he got the message now,” Jason chuckles dryly.
I can’t help but allow a short laugh to escape from the back of my throat, as well. Despite the tension and the discomfort, as I look back to Kieran’s befuddlement, well, it’s funny. Not to mention fully deserved after how he made me feel. My heart is still racing, albeit for different reasons, as I give the guys a curious glance. “What are you three doing here at this hour?” I ask.
“We’re sorry,” Matthew says. “But we kind of needed some last-minute shopping before we go away for the winter holidays. This place is always our first choice. Would you mind letting these three stragglers in before you close the store tonight?”
“I could never say no to my three favorite fellas,” I giggle sheepishly as I motion for them to settle in and shop at their leisure.
As miserable as I’ve been feeling and given all these emotions burning through me, overwhelming me on every possible level, I could do with a triple-manned distraction right about now.
2
Selina
“So…sweaters you say? What kind?” I ask. “We have casual, formal, some in-between styles, too.”
Matthew leans in, his scent tantalizingly fresh, "Casual. We like to retreat to my Aspen cabin for a good chunk of the winter."
"Aspen, Colorado," I murmur, as I picture snow-covered escapes and warm fires.
Sully's affirmation comes with a nod.
I feel the urge to run my fingers through his messy black hair if only he’d let me. His dark brown eyes are practically impossible to read, but sometimes I catch shadows dancing in them.
Nearly a decade older than me, he’s the most mysterious among the three, and the subject of plenty of my most erotic fantasies—of which I’ve had many over the past couple of years.
Cheating on Kieran was never an option, but the fact that I’d been dreaming about these guys should’ve been a clear signal that my relationship was going downhill.
“Okay, so casual then,” I say, trying to keep my professional head screwed on. “These styles here would suit you best, Matthew,” I point to several neatly piled and folded sweaters made from the finest wool and cashmere blends in deep shades of gray, sand, and a warm off-white I happen to really like. “The earthy tones look great on you.”
Jason comes closer, his eyes never leaving my face. “What about me?”
“Oh, the off-white colors are definitely your thing,” I tell him, offering him one of the sweaters on display to try out in one of our dressing rooms.
Jason is tall, taller than Matthew, with bright blue eyes and a shaggy mess of blonde hair that often has my heart beating a little faster than usual. The surfer vibe he carries himself with often makes people underestimate him, most of them not realizing that this man used to drive tanks and dodge bullets while serving in the Corps.
I’ve always prided myself in being able to style each of these men in precisely what works best for them, with what brings out their finest features and adds a hint of timeless charm to their overall style.
“Off-whites, you say,” Jason replies, accepting the sweater I offered him. “Let’s see if you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” I quip.
Sully gives me a playful nudge, with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I bet you were counting the minutes till you could send your ex-boyfriend packing, huh?"
I chuckle, but his words stir a torrent of emotions within me. I sense he meant no harm, but my vulnerability is amplified tonight. The weight of it all feels crushing.
My vision blurs, and I feel that familiar sting in my eyes. Breathe. Just breathe. Swiftly, I pivot, trying to blink away the tears. "I need a moment," I whisper.
But these men, with their sharp instincts, see right through me.
The facade can't hold.
I sense their concern, even as I present them my back.
That knot in my throat tightens, making it hard to breathe, until Matthew's gentle voice breaks through. "Selina," he murmurs. "Talk to us, are you okay?"
“Yeah, I’m peachy.”
