Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked.

“Well, a lot has developed. People have seen how close you and Colt have gotten. I was wondering if the two of you would continue to deny things or not,” Michael said.

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?Oh, Cheyenne isn’t denying a thing,” Tif said.

“Tif!”

“Wait, what?” Colt asked.

“Uh-oh. I think I just got someone in trouble,” Michael said.

“Colt, don’t look so shocked,” Tif said. “I know the two of you are shacking up. And don’t get upset with Cheyenne. I backed her into a corner, and she made me promise not to tell anyone. Besides, I really didn’t need either of you to tell me what was going on. It was pretty obvious since I live there and everything.”

“A lot of good that promise did,” Colt said.

“Good thing you’re not a lawyer. You’d be bad at springing surprises in a courtroom,” Michael said.

“Oh really? And how do you know?” she asked.

“Because I used to be one,” he said.

“Wait. Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, pretty little lady,” Michael said with a wink.

“So, how do I find out more about you?” she asked.

“I suppose you could get a drink with me sometime, and I could tell you some things. I love talking about myself. It’s a very interesting subject.”

The four of us chuckled before silence fell on us. Everyone had their eyes trained on Tif, who couldn’t keep her eyes off Michael. A smile bloomed upon her face in the dim lighting of the restaurant, and the moment her smile crinkled the sides of her eyes, I knew Michael had finally won this fight.

“I suppose a drink would be nice,” she said. “When were you thinking?”

“Anywhere and anytime you wish,” Michael said.

“That was smooth,” I said under my breath.

“I’ll show you smooth,” Colt said. He then smoothed his hand down my back and cupped my ass, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to grind back into his touch.

“Well then, Tif, would you like to dance?” Michael asked.

“That sounds like fun! Colt, Cheyenne, you guys wanna join us?” she asked.

“Tif,” we both groaned. “Just go.”

Michael threw his head back and laughed, and Tif simply shook her head. Michael slipped his arm around her waist while the two of them made their way to the dancefloor. We watched from the corner as Michael pulled her close, and the moment I saw her sigh and close her eyes, I knew she was done for. She might not want to admit it, and she might not believe it, but eventually, she would wake up one morning and wish he was there, and it would hit her.

“You think she gets it now?” Colt asked. “She’s always been a difficult one.”

“Good thing Michael had a job requiring persistence in the past,” I said. “Plus, she agreed to the drink. I think he’s finally good now.”

“Let me go check on the food. I’ll be right back.” Colt kissed me on the head before he ventured off to the kitchen, and no sooner had he barreled through those double doors did I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. There was a man standing behind me in a tailored suit and gaudy cowboy boots, but when my eyes panned up to his kind smile, I instantly relaxed.

“Are you Cheyenne?” the man asked.

“I suppose it depends on who wants to know,” I said.