Page 378 of Seasons of Love
I opened the door slowly, my heartbeat increasing with each inch that revealed Mal and Griff, still there, looking every bit the sexy couple I’d hooked up with, and now also totally confused.
“Jake,” Griff said with a shy, tentative smile before he looked at Mal.
Mal looked back at Griff.
Just like that day months ago, they were communicating only by looking at each other. It made me feel excluded, even though I had no right to feel that way.
“Um, how can I help?” I asked.
They both looked at me, but this time, Griff’s smile was warm, calm, and inviting. Fuck if I didn’t want to wrap myself up in it.
I definitely need to catch up with my sleep.
All my bad decisions happened when I was overtired, and I was done with making bad decisions. Case in point, the couple in front of me.
“Oh, boys, you’re here. Come on in.”
I jumped as my uncle seemed to have come out of nowhere and opened the door wider.
“I see you’ve met my nephew, Jacob. My son is around somewhere, but he promised to join us for lunch.”
I stared open-mouthed as Mal and Griff followed my uncle inside.
What the actual fuck was going on?
“Jacob, this is Mallory and Griffin Prescott. Mallory is the new resort general manager,” my uncle said.
“The new…general manager?” I asked. Surely I’d misunderstood.
“Yes. Now, let’s go out back to the porch. It’s a beautiful day, the sea is calm, and I have a bunch of steaks dying to meet the grill.”
Mal and Griff followed my uncle as he laughed at his own joke.
I didn’t miss Griff taking Mal’s hand and giving it a little squeeze as they walked past me.
“I’m going to look for Gabe. I’ll be right back,” I said.
It wouldn’t be hard to find my cousin since he was likely in his room sleeping, so I ran up the stairs and went to my room instead.
“Fuck!” I shouted between gritted teeth after I closed the door behind me.
I sat on my bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand to dial the only person I could freak out with.
“Wow, you miss me already? Just say the word, and I’ll be there with bells on, and it’s not because I want to escape from my family—”
“Zak,” I said, stopping him.
“What’s up?”
“They’re here.”
“Who?” he asked.
“Them!”
“Oh…oh! Shit. Hold on, there, where? Your place? The resort?”
“Both. They’re at my place for lunch, and my uncle says Mal is the new resort general manager.”
