Roll Against Discovery (3d20 Book 3) by Allyson Lindt Page B

That whole this feels like cheating thing was back, looming at the forefront of my thoughts. I didn’t know what to say.
    Except in your version, there are more than two of us.
    I almost heard his disappointment. I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry, I sent back. No reason to keep avoiding this. I knew what I wanted. The revelation startled me. I really did know what I wanted, and it was both of them. Without a doubt. It’s not the same if you’re not both there.
    Nothing. Several minutes passed without a reply. Had my message gone through? Had I pissed him off? I fumbled with a follow-up text, fluctuating between teasing and serious.
    His response buzzed in first. So, what are we watching?
    I didn’t want to leave things like that, brushing over my comment as if it never existed, but this wasn’t the medium to have the conversation in. I’d see him face to face on Friday.
    I should send back a series name. We’d be ridiculous and watch the same thing at the same time.
    Damn it, I couldn’t leave things this way. I’m serious.
    Would things have been different if we met without Evan? Trevor’s question burrowed deep into my thoughts. Shock hit me first. I shouldn’t be surprised he asked, but it still felt like icy water racing down my spine. The longer the words lingered in my head, the more they hurt. Would you really take that from me? From us?
    If you already know he’s what you want, why are we talking? You’ve made up your mind. Why lead me on?
    I clenched my jaw at the accusation, especially since I’d just told him this wasn’t what I wanted. You’re misinterpreting my words. Fuck that. You’re just being an ass.
    Spell it out for me, so I don’t have to guess.
    Were we really fighting via text message? One of the guys I wasn’t actually dating, who I was never supposed to see again after two weeks ago? It was ludicrous and infuriating, and it felt right. I already spelled it out. More than once. Don’t make me choose.
    I’m sorry. I’m being cruel.
    Damn straight. Instead of sending back my gut response, I typed, I don’t know what else to do but be honest with you. I don’t want this to be you versus Evan. I don’t know why you think it has to be.
    Because that’s how relationships work. Two people hook up, form a bond, and see how far they want to take things…
    No, I typed. That’s how most relationships work. If we want something different, we can make up our own rules.
    Just because you know someone who made it happen, doesn’t mean it’s that easy or that everyone can do it.
    He was being stubborn. I growled at the empty room and forced myself to think rationally. I’m not saying everyone can do it. I’m suggesting in our case…
    Big difference here, Kathryn. Your brother likes guys and girls. I’ve only got the one preference. It’s not like I can just flip a switch because you think it sounds like a good idea.
    I didn’t have an argument for that. I know. I was just hoping… What? Trevor was right.
    Hoping it would be different with Evan? He’s still got the wrong body parts.
    But he’s your best friend. Wow, that was weak. I hated to admit defeat, but I couldn’t force either of them into this if they didn’t want it.
    Just because I hang out with the guy doesn’t mean I want him sucking me off.
    You’re right. I’m sorry.
    Me too.
    Was the conversation over? Did he expect me to say something else? He hadn’t given me a lot to go on. Several minutes passed without another response. Maybe I ruined any chance we had at finding common ground. Not that there ever had a chance, based on our exchange.
    A note buzzed through. What are we watching?
    I should tell him nothing, and that I needed to go, but I wasn’t ready to end things like that. Something classic. High action. And really corny.
    Captain Harlock?
    Maybe if we couldn’t have a romantic relationship, we could have a friendship. I sent back, Sounds great.
    We spent the next couple hours exchanging quips about