Abbie and I stay busy throughout our shifts. Every time we run into each other, even if it’s only for a couple of minutes, I give her a few more details. She’s looked at me like she can’t believe half the things I’ve said. Honestly, I can’t either.

Once it’s time for lunch, we meet in the cafeteria. I grab a sandwich, and she gets a salad, then we sit at the farthest table.

“Yeah, so Kane showed up the next morning, absolutely furious,” I continue.

Her jaw nearly hits the floor. “Seriously? What’d he say?”

“After telling me how wrong Knox is for me, he confessed he has feelings for me and has for years.”

Abbie stares at me. “You’re telling me you have two hot twin brothers fighting over you?”

I finish chewing the big bite I just took, then shrug. “Kinda…Knox isn’t the settling-down type, so honestly, I’m not sure where his head is. We haven’t talked since yesterday morning when he left for work. But Kane is waitin’ for me to tell him if I have feelings for him or not.”

“So let’s assume Knox wants you too, because duh, who wouldn’t. Which one would you choose?”

I suck in a deep breath at the million-dollar question. “I have no idea. I never would’ve predicted this and don’t know what to do. Kane having feelings for me is something I didn’t see coming, and I only thought of him as a friend until he kissed me. It felt…way more intense than kissing a friend should. And Knox, well…I’ve crushed on him for so long, I don’t think I could just turn it off, even if I had feelings for Kane. But Knox doesn’t do relationships, so he’d inevitably hurt me. Kane would be loyal and sweet and the perfect boyfriend. They’re so opposite, I can’t even wrap my head around how any of this makes sense.” Just saying it aloud sounds insane.

How the hell did this happen?

“Jesus. I’m glad I’m married so I don’t have to deal with relationship drama, but I do enjoy living vicariously through you because I can’t wait to hear what you decide to do. I gotta admit, I find it pretty hot that twins want you. I mean…threesome…just puttin’ that out there.”

I snort. “Yeah, that’d low-key be hot. I mean, can you imagine?”

“Yes. Oh, yes, I can,” she hums and waggles her brows.

We burst into laughter, then finish eating.

Abbie’s phone rings, and she tells me it’s her husband before she answers.

“Hey, baby. Yeah, I’m sure. Sorry, I couldn’t get off for Thanksgiving because I have Christmas, alternating holidays and all that. You know the rules. Okay. Love you too. Bye.”