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the three of us should have breakfast at the hotel before getting on the road and driving the hour that it would take to get to his parents place. Thankfully, Jack had bowed out saying he was too hungover to eat and needed a shower anyhow.
    I watched as Ian carefully cut his food. “Did you hear what I said?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I don’t think I like your friend…”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied between bites. “Because he’s my oldest and dearest friend, Ian.”
    He picked at his Eggs Benedict. “I should be your dearest friend.” He took a bite and chewed. “And I think he’s in love with you.”
    I dropped my fork. “You are my dearest boyfriend. Also, I’ve told you a million times that Jack is gay.”
    The diners seated beside us stared. Ian either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
    “Why did he even come? You just sprung this on me and my poor mother—and, well, neither of us were expecting an extra guest. And you know how I hate surprises.”
    I lowered my voice. “I told you—he didn’t have anyone to spend Thanksgiving with.”
    “And?”
    “And I wanted him to meet you.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t like you sharing a room with him. You didn’t tell me you were sharing a room with him!” His face reddened as his voice grew louder.
    I raised my voice as I spoke, not caring who was listening. “Ian, we’ve been together for almost a year and a half, I’ve just flown halfway around the country to spend Thanksgiving with your family when it was technically out of my way, and you’re letting me know now that you don’t trust me?”
    He placed his hand on mine and softened, although not much. “It’s not you I don’t trust.”
    I looked up at him and smiled before turning serious. “Oh, Ian,” I lamented. “Jack is harmless. I don’t know how you can’t see that.” I raised my mimosa to my lips. “And besides, I really didn’t come all this way to fight with you.”
    He considered me for a moment and then he exhaled. “You know… you’re right—I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin Thanksgiving with my nonsense. If you tell me I can trust you, well, then, I’m going to trust you. I know you have too much riding on this relationship to go and mess it all up with someone like that anyway.”
    “Someone like what?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew I shouldn’t have taken the bait and yet I stop myself.
    “Someone there’s no future with…”
    “Ah,” I remarked my mouth forming a hardline.
    “And, in any case, if you two really had a thing for one another you most certainly would have already done something about it by now.”
    I laughed but just a little. “You’re forgetting one thing,” I told him.
    “What’s that?” he asked raising his brow.
    “Jack is gay.”
     

     
     

Nine
    Jack
    I hate her. I hate her not. I—
    From the first moment I laid eyes on what’s-his-name, I despised him. Instantly, I could tell what kind of guy Ian Larson was—a small-minded, egotistical, control freak.
    What Amelie sees in him or why she’s with him, I haven’t a clue. In addition, I’m pretty sure that he hadn’t bought the story that there was nothing between his girlfriend and I. And to be honest, if it hadn’t been for Amelie, and if I hadn’t slept with her that morning, I would have bailed the moment he showed up at the door. I don’t have time for the kind of bullshit a guy like him presents. I’m shocked that Amelie does. It makes me wonder if I even know her at all.
    But I did sleep with her—and so bailing would’ve made me look like an asshole. But my staying also wasn’t purely unselfish. The truth was I wanted to sleep with her again. And again. But first, I figured I had to get through all the bullshit and red tape, better known as Ian Larson and his stupid fucking Thanksgiving plans.
    So, I showered and met them down near the parking garage where we got into Ian’s car and he drove us out to his parent’s estate. The