Page 193 of Their Naughty Student
“Exactly.”It was obvious he didn’t want to delve into the details.
“How does something like this come about?”Rick asked, his genuine curiosity evident.
“It just does,” Edge stated.
Gretchen looked at me.“Are you a submissive?”
“Not really, no.”
“Did you meet at that club?”
I nodded.“Technically, yes.”I smiled.“But he was just giving me an introduction to the place.”I went on to explain my reasons, my doctorate, and my dissertation.
“Hmm.”Gretchen glanced from Edge to me to Cav, then back to Edge.
“Say what’s on your mind, Gretch,” Edge said with exasperation.
He’d already relaxed on the sofa, his arm around my shoulders, so I could feel his tension.
Gretchen finally grinned.“You do make a very cute throuple.”
“Thruple?”Cav laughed.“That’s a new one.”
“You like it?”She waved a hand toward us.“It’s fitting.”Gretchen peered over at her husband.“Don’t you think?”
“I try not to get involved,” he said, looking directly at me.“My wife’s got no filter.She calls it as she sees it.”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him, snuggling closer to Edge and squeezing Cav’s hand, which mine was safely tucked into.“It is what it is.”
“I like her,” Gretchen said, meeting Edge’s eyes.“She can handle you.”She looked at Cav.“And you.”
“She can.”Edge grinned before pressing his lips to my forehead.
I didn’t know about all that, but I knew I was head over heels, and this was right where I wanted to be.Gretchen and Rick weren’t the last people who would look at the three of us and wonder how it all worked.As long as it did, that was the only thing I was worried about.
“Dad would’ve liked her,” Gretchen stated.
There was no mistaking the way Edge’s entire body went still.“Gretch.Don’t.”
“What?You haven’t told her?”
I glanced sideways at Edge, noticing the strain on his face.
“Don’t you think—?”
“Please,” I interrupted, lowering my voice.“When he’s ready to tell me, he will.”
Gretchen held my stare, and something in her blue eyes softened.“You’re good for him, you know that?”She smiled, but not before I noticed there were tears in her eyes.“Really good for him.”She shot to her feet, made a beeline for the kitchen.
Edge stared after her, and I pulled out of his hold.“Let me go talk to her.”
He looked at me, and I could see the worry on his face.He didn’t want me to know the story.I cupped his face.“It’s fine.I’m just checking on her.”
When I got up, Cav moved closer to Edge.Before I was out of the room, Cav had changed the subject, engaging Rick in a conversation about sports.
I stepped into the kitchen to find Gretchen staring out the small window over the sink.
“Gretchen?”
