Lots of Naughty & A Little Nice - Leigh Lennon Page 0,18
when did we become a couple?” I ask. She gives me a bob of her head as her answer. “About four years ago. We’d graduated from college nine years ago. But having been given great opportunities in the same town, we moved here together.”
“That’s what brought you to Lovelace, Montana? But where is home for you both?”
With a nice swig of beer, Knox answers for us. “We’re both from Indiana. Went to Notre Dame.”
I know the question is coming, as it always does when the subject of a same sex couple attending the more conservative Catholic university comes up in conversation.
“Wait, you two went to Notre Dame?”
I turn to Knox, and he gestures he’ll answer it this time. “Yeah, my dad would only pay for me to attend his alma mater. And I wasn’t out, or understood what I wanted in life, then. Ro got in on a scholarship. We didn’t flaunt our sexuality during that time, but it’s where I realized I loved both men and women.”
“Wow, that’s pretty impressive, but why the tundra of Montana? Anything other than a great opportunity?”
I swing my gaze to my man to see if he’ll answer, and when he takes a deep breath, I know he’s about to explain his dad. “For me, I wanted as much space between my old man and me as I could get.” She furrows her brows in a silent question. “For many reasons. I didn’t want to follow in his footsteps to become a doctor. He never liked Rowan and thought he was a bad influence on me. And I’d figured out my first year in college that I was bisexual.”
“And you?” she asks, and although her first question wasn’t deep, she’s sure digging now.
“I applied for several doctoral programs. I was accepted in many, but when our futures were aligning, it made sense to continue with the one friend who’s always been there for me. My parents were very accepting of my sexuality. And I think I’d always had feelings for Knox, but I wasn’t going to risk our friendship.”
Avery holds up her hands. “You don’t have to continue baring your souls. I’ll stop asking questions. I’m sure the rest is pretty personal.”
“No, we’ll answer anything from you.” Knox begins, “Ro started dating this dweeb in his PhD program. The unexplained anger and jealousy I experienced was something I couldn’t figure out. I hadn’t seen the asshole at the apartment in over a week, and when I asked, Ro mentioned they broke up. He didn’t have feelings for him. I took the opportunity and pushed his fine ass against the wall and kissed him. And as they say, the rest is history.”
I love hearing his story, but then again, he left out some important information. “I broke up with Ed. And he wasn’t an asshole. I just didn’t love him. I couldn’t see myself loving him because I’d been in love with Knox for a while.”
Knox leans in and turns my face to him, placing a kiss on my lips. “I love it when you share a part of our story.” I cup his cheek, but I don’t mind showing this emotion in front of Avery.
“You two are so freaking cute.” Pushing her seat back, she grabs her dishes, then walks around us and places them in the sink. She stops at the refrigerator at the picture of our good friends Bodhi and Clara. “Who is this cute little boy here? A nephew maybe?”
“Meet Declan. We went to Notre Dame with his mom and dad.” I stand, pointing at Clara and Bodhi.
She stares at the picture where Clara is holding both man’s hands while their new partner, Jack, has their son in his arms.
“Okay, now upon further inspection, what am I looking at?” she asks.
Knox lets out a little laugh. “Funny story. Clara, Bodhi, and Jack are a committed triad. Both men are bisexual, and they all love one another.”
Her mouth falls open. “Oh, shit, I must seem rather rude. I mean, wow, it’s cool, but I’ve never heard of this before.”
“Honestly, for those who are bisexual, it’s a great idea. If you find the right connection between three people.”
“Is this something you’ve ever thought about?” she asks, then smacks her lips as if she’d like to take her question back.
Knox encircles my waist with his hands, looking around me. “It’s a funny question. We’ve never considered it because we never thought we could find someone who shares the same chemistry with us that we