He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“We don’t want to take her away from you. We don’t want her to choose between all of us.”
His frown deepens. “I’m not following.”
“We canallhave her. If that’s what she wants.” I glance back at her and Evan and find Finley watching me and Tucker over Evan’s shoulder. “And I think maybe it is.”
Tucker sighs. “So she’ll date all of us. An open relationship, or whatever. That’s what you’re proposing.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I don’t love the idea of knowing she’s off with the two of you some of the time.” He grimaces. “I know that sounds territorial. Probably not very evolved at all. But the idea of the girl I’m catching feelings for sleeping with two other guys doesn’t sit well with me, you know?”
I really appreciate that we can talk about this so openly and honestly. “So you’re in love with her?”
“I am. I haven’t told her, but I am.”
“We are too.”
His eyes widen. “Uh…wow. And with each other?”
“Yes.”
He takes a moment to process that. “Have you told her?”
“Not yet.”
“Butyou’reokay with her being with me some of the time? Us sleeping together?” he presses. “Because thatishappening.”
“Well, I’ll admit that we would rather spend all of our free time with her. But we’re not opposed to you two having sex, no.”
He turns to face me squarely. “Christopher, I don’t think I understand what you’re saying. Can you explain it? Pretend I’m stupid.”
I laugh. “You’re not stupid. You’re just new to polyamory.”
“Poly…” He trails off. “Oh.”
“What do you think about sharing Finley with us? If she’s into it?” I ask point-blank.
He blinks. Then he glances at Evan and Finley. Then back to me. “My first reaction is no fucking way.”
“What about your second reaction?”
“It’s…I don’t know.”
I nod. “That makes sense. Why don’t you think about it?” I flag down one of the bar employees and pay for the lane next to Tucker and Finley’s. Then I raise my voice. “Tucker and I are challenging you two to a contest.” I walk to where they’re standing and feel Tucker follow. “You two are a team,” I tell them. “Tucker and I are a team. Each person gets six throws. High score wins. Bullseyes are six points, inner circle are four points, outer circle are two points, everything else and misses are zero.”
Finley’s eyes widen. “You two are going to kick our butts.”
“I’ve never thrown an ax before,” I tell her.
“But you’ve got a guy who could easily be a lumberjack on your team,” she says, looking at Tucker with a grin.
“Well, you didn’t ask what the winners get,” I say, moving closer to her. “That might make a difference.”
Her gaze darts from me to Tucker, then back to me. “What do the winners win?”
“They pick where the four of us go next and what we do.”
Her gaze is locked on mine and her tongue wets her bottom lip. “Oh.”
“You in?” I ask.
