When Friday rolled around, I drove to Portland and picked up Rachel. We spent the weekend with my family, and then I brought her back to the house Sunday. We stayed up until midnight watching Harry Potter and drinking wine then crashed.
When she heard the yelling and chopping the next morning at seven a.m., she stumbled out of bed and shouted at me, scaring me half-senseless.
“You lying bitch!” she pointed at me.
“What?”
“You have two of the hottest men ever, shirtless and sweaty chopping wood in your backyard.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Why didn't you tell me they were Magic Mike hot?”
“There was nothing to tell?”
“Bullshit, I am calling it now.”
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and then stood, pulling back the curtain. My eyes found Luke, and I smiled a little.
“You sneaky little slut! You are totally doing it the dark haired gorgeous one.”
“I am not,” I defended.
“I don't believe you.”
“I'm not, I swear.”
“Well... you should be.”
My face flushed.
“Oh, this is good shit right here. You so want him. Look how red your face is,” she teased.
“We might have kissed once.”
“Kissed?”
“Yeah and made out a little, but it wasn't anything, and I told him afterwards that I didn't think it was a good idea.”
“What the—? Why the hell would you do that? Could you even imagine what it would feel like to have sex with all that?” She waved her hand in a circular motion around Luke.
I stared down at Luke and smiled again. “Oh, the imagining has happened, but honestly I won't be here forever, and why should I start something I'm just gonna have to leave?”
“What is wrong with you?” She placed a hand on my forehead. “Why wouldn't you?” She stared at me like I had lost my mind. “And dear God, if Charles wasn't the love of my life, I would take a spin with his tall, lean friend there.”
“That's Ryan.”
“Like email Ryan?”
“Yeah, and he is just as awesome in person as you witnessed through email,” I told her.
“I would think so.” She stood at the window looking out over the two of them. I was a little jealous that I had shared them.
“Okay what are we doing today?” she asked, still looking.
“Hanging out. There really isn't a lot to do.” I shrugged.
“And yet you haven't had sex with any of that. It really is a shame.”