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Allie peers around the corner. “Language.”
“The kids are asleep. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I sit up on the couch. “What? Am I that bad? I’m not good enough for your sister?” I try to keep the hurt from my voice.
He sighs. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” Chevelle returns to the room, and he looks at her for a long beat, speaking to her now. “He’s my person.”
I’m thrown by his words. Fisher isn’t an emotional guy. Half the time I don’t even know what he’s feeling because he’s so nonreactive. Sure, I see how he loves Allie and the twins, especially the way he talks about them. But us, we’re best friends. I share everything with him. That’s the reason I felt it was so important to tell him about Chevelle.
“He’s mine too,” Chevelle softly admits.
Allie walks out of the kitchen. “Fisher Greene, if you think you’re going to sabotage this between them just because you’re worried you’ll lose Cam if it goes south, we’re going to have words. Everyone, come into the kitchen so we can talk about this.”
We all follow because as nice as Allie is, she’s got a scary side too.
We all sit at the kitchen table, and Chevelle looks at a small box that rests in the middle. “What’s this?”
“Just something I found in the basement. I’m trying to get it open, but no one has a key. I think I’m gonna have to drill it.”
They’re talking about this damn box when really, I just want to get this cleared up.
I look between them both. “I can be both of your people.”
“Excuse me?” Allie says and looks at Fisher.
“He’s my person,” Fisher admits, and Allie teasingly slaps his arm.
“I’m supposed to be your person. I’m your wife!”
He turns to her. “You are. It’s just Cam was there when my mom died. I told him everything, and he always understood that if I was quieter, I was thinking of my mom and stuff. But you, you’re my person now.”
“Sure. Okay.” She rolls her eyes.
“But he’s that for me too. I guess we could’ve told you,” Chevelle says.
“Hello, I did tell him, and they all blew me off like I didn’t have a chance with you.” I turn to her. “And look… we’re on our way somewhere, right?”
Chevelle takes my hand, threading our fingers together. “I hope you can accept it, Fisher, because regardless of your feelings, I’m going to date Cam.”
He pretends to choke on something, and Allie rolls her eyes. “Grow up, Fisher. You’re not in high school. Just because you turned a blind eye to their obvious feelings for one another all these years doesn’t mean they’re not there.”
Fisher looks at both of us. “Really? You two like each other? Like like?”
I smile at Chevelle. “Definitely like like.”
She matches my smile. “Totally like like.”
I kiss her, just a small peck, but Fisher clears his throat. “Can you guys refrain from doing that for a little bit? At least until I get used to this.”
“No.” I kiss her again, and she giggles. “Now that you guys are home, we’re gonna go home too.” I stand and offer Chevelle my hand.
“Do we need to talk about this some more?” Fisher says.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say and lead Chevelle out of the house.
Everything is right on track now.
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