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Chapter 28
Friends to Lovers?
When Vivian said we, I’d assumed she met just her and Troy. Shock stretched all over my face when Gabe stepped in behind them carrying grocery bags.
“This place is huge.” Gabe landed a peck on my cheek and entered my apartment. “Vivian told me you’re staying here every now and then when your boss needs you.”
I exchanged an awkward glance with Vivian. “Yep.”
“What’s up with the two ladies in the hallway?” Gabe asked as he carried the bags into the kitchen.
He must be talking about Dawn and Lucy.
They must’ve been taken aback when my maid showed Troy, Vivian, and Gabe inside.
“They’re on his staff too,” I said.
If I end up staying here I’m going to have to think up a better lie for my guests. But then that’s a big if, for me staying here.
“I drove your car over by the way, while Troy rode in mine.” Vivian gave me a half hug.
“Thanks. I’ll need it.”
Troy sighed and headed to the shelf with the family pictures. “I haven’t seen these photos in years. I have to get some of these.”
“Get your own.” I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to Vivian. “Where’s the wine?”
“You’re drinking way more than usual.” She handed me a big bottle of pinot noir. “How are things going in Harem Land?”
“Not so well.” I moved her way and whispered, “I saw him kiss Wendy an hour ago.”
“And?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“You knew he would kiss them.”
“Yeah, but it still hurt.”
“I’m so sorry.” She hugged me. “So are you coming home?”
“Maybe. I was going to talk to him first. You think that is a good idea?”
“Definitely. At least tell him how you feel. But frankly, Jasmine, if you can’t deal with him kissing another woman then you may want to get out of this situation while you can.” She squeezed me and let me go.
“Good point,” I said while she walked over to Troy as he continued to gaze at our family pictures. I studied the wine bottle and grimaced. “A twist cap? Seriously? Where did you do buy this from, 7-Eleven?”
Gabe peeked his head out of the kitchen. “Don’t stress. I brought the good stuff.”
“This is why I love you, Gabe.”
Vivian began to play around with my stereo, pressing buttons and twisting controls. Music blared as I entered the kitchen and then the volume lowered until only the smooth sound of Billie Holiday flowed throughout the place.
Vivian was just like Chase, she loved old music and preferred it to new releases.
Gabe moved fast in the small amount of time he’d been in the kitchen. Pots full of yummy smelling liquid simmered. Steam rose from each one and carried a joyous aroma of promise to my nose.
