“What happened between you and Erik?” Lola asked Puca as they strolled towards her apartment. She’d caught him shaking his hand again. She hated that he had chosen to get himself hurt rather than just let her open the door for him.
“Just letting him know where he stands?”
“What do you mean?” Lola asked. She had hoped to have a minute to talk with the handsome shop owner.
“Lola, he cares for you.” Puca said, stopping to turn, his angry gaze meeting hers. “He’d keep you for himself if he could.”
“I know, I’d like to let him know that I’m-” She stopped, unsure of how to say it. How would you tell someone that you were interested in four men, that you were okay being shared between them? More than okay, that you longed for it with every fiber of your being.
“That you are what?” Puca asked
