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“I know you don’t want to hear from me, but pick up the phone, Min. I need you on our day. I just—need you.”
Arran Mayes dropped his cell phone into his lap and hung his head. The message sounded lame. Sad. Broken, like his heart. He missed his wife—the only woman who knew him. Talks on an almost daily basis weren’t the same as holding her...feeling her beside him. Despite the rocky break-up, she’d remained a confidante. She got along with Sav as if they’d known each other for years. But the extra nudge, the passion between them, had dimmed. No wonder March the twenty-third sucked ass. His wedding anniversary.
At least it wasn’t snowing.
He hadn’t planned on dialling her number. Not even close. He’d planned to press the first couple of numbers of her cell and wimp out. He’d left her, not the other way around, so why would she even want to take his call? Why would she care about their ninth wedding anniversary?
Because she never totally gave up on me.
Blame it on the bourbon and the time of the year. He rubbed his eyes. How many had he downed? Three? Four? Six? Fuck, he wasn’t sure. But each March the twenty-third, he got drunk and Mindy was the first person to come to mind. His heart ached. Damn, he just wanted to hear her voice.
Arran looked up when his boyfriend, Savion Welles, strolled into the bedroom, hands in his trouser pockets. “It’s that day. I assume you called her? You did last year and the year before. She’s a good woman. She’ll call. Always does.” The man reminded him of old Hollywood. Polished, poised and domineering in the bedroom. Whenever Sav batted his mocha eyes and smiled his dimpled smile, Arran melted.
“It went to voicemail. If she saw my number, she got smart and let it ring. She wouldn’t drive in this shit. Winter in Ohio sucks no matter how much she might still care about me.” Arran squared his shoulders. Was it fair to want the person in front of you in the same room while lusting for another at the same time? Probably not.
“You’re afraid we’ve pushed her too far each time we’ve threatened to smother her with love, and now she won’t want anything to do with us? Come on, she makes dirty jokes better than anyone. And it was her idea to flash us on New Year’s Eve after we made out. Nice view, I might add.”
“I want to believe she’ll come through for me, but fuck if I know.” But he wanted to know—badly. “How many times can we entice her before she decides either she wants to be with the both of us or she wants nothing to do with us?”
Sav sighed and slid to the ground next to Arran. “Jokes and double entendres aside, you want her, don’t you?” He placed his large tanned hand on Arran’s thigh. Tingles shot straight to Arran’s groin, making him moan. “You want me to want her.”
“I want the both of you.” Arran swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I love you, Sav. You’re the man in my heart. But I still love Mindy. She’s the only woman to make my battered soul shine.”
There. He’d said the words deepest in his heart. He’d admitted to his lover he wanted his wife back. He needed both of them to make him whole.
“I want to hate you. To tell you I’m not interested because I don’t want to be replaced,” Sav said in an even tone. “But there’s no crime in admitting the truth—I like her. The three of us might work.”