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“Thanks for the coffee.”
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    Cassie felt dazed as she crept back into bed beside Kyla. She’s risen early—her habit, as she told Jordan—and tried to make sense of what happened among the three of them last night. Writing in her journal always helped her focus. No one reading it would make much sense of it, as Cassie wrote in stream of consciousness, pouring her emotions onto the page.
    When she’d lived with her girlfriend Sydney, the journal had been a bone of contention between them. Especially toward the end of the relationship, when things had turned rocky. “You spend more time writing in that stupid notebook than you do talking to me. Don’t you know how lonely that makes me? Can’t you tell me how you feel?”
    But she couldn’t, and that was the problem. Her journal never argued, never judged. Never betrayed her.
    People were not that trustworthy.
    Ultimately, Syd couldn’t handle the way Cassie closed herself off. They’d broken up, and she couldn’t blame Sydney for leaving. It must have been hard, living with someone so afraid to say I love you.
    But even sharing her confusion with the journal had not helped much this morning. Cassie’s emotions were in a tangle, as snarled and knotted as an old garden hose. Part of her wanted to discount the three-way as a crazy experiment fueled by curiosity and too much alcohol. But she’d been the only one drinking.
    Last night she’d started the ball rolling by giving in to her impulse to kiss Kyla. She couldn’t truly say she regretted what happened after that—the night had been incredible, sexually and emotionally. But upon waking this morning, Cassie was terrified that their friendship would be permanently damaged, if not completely destroyed.
    Kyla didn’t seem worried, though. When Cassie slipped between the covers, Ky blinked sleepily and smiled. She drew her arm across Cassie and snuggled her head into the crease of Cassie’s neck and shoulder. Cassie stiffened, guiltily remembering Jordan’s kiss in the kitchen. How would Kyla feel about that?
    Cassie stroked Ky’s warm back. She had to trust Ky. Her friend was not the kind to hold anything back, and was nothing if not honest. They’d talk today and clear the air. Whatever she wanted would be fine, even if that meant last night was just a one-off and would never happen again. The only thing that really mattered was keeping Kyla and Jordan in her life. Cassie didn’t know what she’d do if she lost them.

Chapter Five
    When Cassie next opened her eyes, Kyla stood above her, smiling down. “Hey, sleepyhead. I was wondering when you were gonna wake up.”
    Cass levered herself up, groggy from sleep. “Wha-what time is it?”
    Ky shrugged. “Ten thirty, something like that. I don’t know.”
    Cassie groaned. “So late…” She made to slide out of bed, but Kyla stopped her.
    “Where you going? Stay right where you are; I made breakfast in bed.”
    “You don’t go in to the hospital?”
    “No, I’m all yours today.” Ky gave one of her patented impish grins and left the room, only to return carrying a tray laden with scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. “I made enough for both of us.”
    She set the tray on the nightstand, then climbed into the bed beside Cassie. “I hope you feel duly honored that I actually cooked.”
    Cassie handed her friend a napkin. “I do indeed.” She’d had enough meals at their place to know that cooking was mostly Jordan’s job. When it was Kyla’s turn to “cook,” it usually involved takeout or something popped into the microwave.
    “I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Kyla said as they balanced plates of eggs and toast on their laps. “I’m actually a pretty decent cook, but when Jordan and I first moved in together, I purposely burned everything so that he’d take over the job.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Ain’t I bad?”
    Cassie chuckled. “You are.”
    Ky shrugged. “It’s kind of like how Jordan pretends he’s