“What?” he asks. “What’d I miss?”
“A lot and most of it none of your business,” I retort.
“Okay, so just tell me the bits that are my business,” he smiles, frustratingly glib as usual.
To my surprise, Cole speaks up. “I know about you and Liv. And Constantine and Liv,” he adds.
Devon looks at Cole, at me and back again, bracing himself for a punch to the face.
“It’s okay,” I say. “We are okay. All of us. Cole and I have talked and come to an agreement. He accepts that I with you. Both of you.”
“Hm,” Devon murmurs. “I suppose you had planned on asking me if I accept him at some point in the near future?”
I balk at his question, my cheeks flaming with anger. He is about to provoke Cole out of the door if he carries on with shit like that. Devon doesn’t need that kind of reassurance. He is being a dickhead because he can.
“Kidding,” he drawls, as he sees my rise in temper. “But it would have been nice to be included in a discussion about my sex life.”
Oh, for the love of all things unholy. He is killing me here.
“You get to fuck her. What more do you want?” Cole challenges him.
Devon squares up to him, but there is no threat there. Even though Devon could wipe the floor with Cole if he chose it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he murmurs, giving Cole a raking once-over that has my heart thumping in my chest.
Cole’s cheeks go pink, but at Devon’s laugh, he relaxes. “This is gonna take some getting used to,” he sighs.
“I know, but thank you,” I say to him earnestly. “I know I thrust this upon you, and I do know that I should have discussed it with you before I turned you. I was scared…”
“Hey,” Cole says, squeezing my hand. “I said I accept it. Just take the win, okay.” He says it lightly, but I can see it takes an enormous effort on his part.
“I love you,” I say, pulling him to me. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
He squeezes me tight. “Me either,” he says.
Now that the dreaded conversation is over with and has reached an outcome that I didn’t really expect, I say, “I want to get out on the track. We have all missed far too much of this Grand Prix weekend!”
“Agreed!” Cole and Devon say in unison. Then glare at each other while I snicker.
CHAPTER THIRTY
T hings are quiet, to say the least, on the way down to the track. It’s just us three and an awkward silence. I want to break it and have everything be easy again. I have to say, Devon’s reaction was unprecedented. I thought he would be over the moon that it is all out in the open and even try to push his luck by cozying up to me or suggesting a three-way right out of the gate. But he has barely even looked at me since we stepped into the elevator. In the words of Lewis Carroll: Curiouser and Curiouser.
However, once we are on the track though, things get less quiet as we all pick up on the excitement. We are greeted enthusiastically by the team, introductions are made, and the boys go off together with them to check out the cars. I stand back and watch them. Their shared love for the sport puts any awkwardness aside for the time being. I’m glad, maybe this will help them get over the weirdness. Well, for Cole. Devon is an old hat when it comes to things like this. I think he is just taking his cues from Cole, for which I adore him even more.
Leaving them to it, I answer my phone that is buzzing away in my jeans pocket. It’s CK.
“Where are you?” he asks before I can even say hello.
“On the track, and ‘hello’ to you too,” I say sarcastically.
“How long will you be?” he responds, ignoring my sarcasm.
“Another hour or so. Why?” I ask.
“Fine. I will wait for you in your suite,” he says shortly.
“CK, I need to tell you…” I trail off as I’m now talking to the dial tone. He fucking hung up on me!