Chapter 8

Adam’s phone eventually buzzes in his jeans. It’s Patty. No surprise. He decides to be a gentleman, excuses himself from our threesome, and takes the call next to the woods for privacy.

The scene is familiar. Déjà vu settles in, although Jobe is present this time. There is silence. We hear Adam’s mumbles in the distance but can’t decipher his words or sentences.

Jobe and I are left alone. He clears his throat, studies the churning flames, and says, “I rather like being the center of your attention.”

I huff and shake my head. “I’ve made a complete ass out of myself tonight. This wasn’t my intention. The story I imagined between you and Adam was over the top. I really had myself convinced the two of you were banging balls together.”

He catches me off guard and says, “But, if I have to choose between you two dudes, you’re handsomer.”