But what about long term? How could this possibly work out long term if it continued being kind of lopsided like that, I had wondered?
And even if it did work out well, what then? I had to think about my future, and I guess on one's birthday, there was a tendency to do just that.
I mean, somewhere in my future I knew that I wanted children. Marriage wasn't mandatory for that to happen, so at least that wasn't an issue.
I felt my eyes roll with my thoughts. Here I was, presuming things that I had no right to presume only two months into this…relationship.
My thoughts and reflections were interrupted when my cell vibrated on my desk. It was Trace.
"Hey," I greeted him.
"Happy Birthday, lil' sis," he replied, very cheerfully.
"Thanks," I replied, smiling into the phone.
This was the first we'd spoken since New Year's Day when I had groveled. I had called him back that evening and told him to never mind, that I was staying put for now. Blessedly, he hadn't asked for any detail. He'd probably just been relieved that I wasn't moving in. Things were still a bit uncomfortable. I had decided that the next move would have to be my brother's, and I was glad that he'd made the move.
"So, do you have plans for dinner tonight? Lindsey and I would love to take you out if you haven't made other plans. I probably should have called sooner, I know."
I was silent for a moment, not quite sure how I should respond. "Well, Eli and Cain planned on taking me out to dinner tonight for my birthday."
"Hmm," he responded, "How about if Lindsey and I join the three of you?"
Shit.
"I'm not sure what restaurant they had in mind," I replied slowly, "But I guess I could find out and give you a call back?"
It came out as a question which is so not how I wanted it to sound. Like I didn't want anyone else invading my inner sanctum with these men.
Luckily, Trace hadn't noticed. "Great—call either me or Lindsey with the time and place. We have a gift for you, and well, it's been a while since we've seen you, you know? I think we need to mend fences, Paige. I know that I want to and I hope that you do as well."
"I do, Trace," I replied. "I just felt like maybe you guys wanted to put me out of your lives…forever."
"You're family," he sighed. "You're stuck with us, and we're stuck with you because that's what being a family means, got it?"
I nodded and squeaked out a "yes."
It was easier to reach Eli than Cain during working hours, especially around lunch time. I finished my now-cold cup of hot chocolate that I'd bought from the vending machine earlier. That was going to me my lunch after that huge breakfast I'd inhaled.
Eli's office phone rang several times before he picked up.
"Chambers," he answered, using his brusque workplace voice.
"It's me," I said, looking around to see how much privacy I had in my cubicle. Eli had an office, so there were no worries there.
"Hey babe," he greeted, his voice softening. "How's your birthday going?"
"Good so far," I sighed, feeling my belly tingle like it did whenever either one of them used some form of endearment when speaking to me. "But I did get a phone call from Trace."
I explained the conversation to him. Eli had no issue whatsoever with Trace and Lindsey joining us, in fact, he offered to phone Darcy to see if she and Easton wanted to join us as well.
"You don't have to go to all that trouble," I argued. "I don't want everyone making a big deal of my birthday and feeling, well…obligated or anything."
"Hey, no trouble at all, babe," he laughed. "Besides that, with Easton there, we're pretty much guaranteed that he'll pick up the tab."
"Eli, you're so bad," I giggled, swiveling my chair around so that I could toss my empty paper cup into the trash can.
"I know, babe, but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"
I felt my cheeks flush as I recalled the delicious, "bad" things he'd done to me last night in our 'family' bed as we had started calling it.
"Would you?" he pressed softly.
"No, Eli. I wouldn't have it any other way," I confirmed.
"Okay, so I'll make the arrangements with Darce, and I'll give Lindsey a holler, so that we're all on the same page for our Paige tonight at La Chaumiere."
"Now that was cheesy," I giggled. "But I love you anyway, especially since we're eating at La Chaumiere."
"Love you," he said. "See you at home later."
"Bye," I said softly into the phone, as I swiveled back around in my chair.
My smile froze when I saw Darin Murphy standing no more than three feet from me, in my cubicle, with a look on his face that told me he'd heard everything. He was just trying to digest it in his own mind.
Men like Darin weren't used to dumping a chick and not having them heartbroken (like Darcy was) about it. At the very least, I'm sure he took offense to the fact that I didn't at least stalk him a bit afterwards; or try to find out who his latest conquest was at the academy. That just wasn't me.
Well…not anymore.
"Excuse me?" I said, clearly irritated that he hadn't made his presence known.
He quirked a brow at me, his eyes narrowing infinitesimally as he spoke. "That explains it all," he said, his lips forming a stiff smile.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked, feeling my blood pressure shooting up at his total disregard for my privacy.
He shook his head, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as if he were feeling some sort of strain. "The way you've been acting the last couple of months; all happy and bubbly—and not giving any of the dudes here a second glance. Several of us have noticed the subtle but definite change in your demeanor, hell—you're in love with your roomie, aren’t you?"
I immediately tensed up.
"That's really none of your business, Agent Murphy," I snapped, trying my best to give him an arctic glare.
"Well, answer me this, Paige. Does the other fag know his dude is bi? And that Eli's a cheater to boot? I could've sworn Darcy said Eli was gay." He scratched his head in faux confusion.
"It's none of your damn business what goes on in our house or in my life. I'll thank you to keep your nose out of places it clearly doesn't belong."
Oh, I was pissed. That much was obvious and, if I had given a damn at the moment, I might've re-thought those words that had just been spoken.
By me.
"Our house?" he said, echoing the words I'd just put out there in anger. "Fuck me," he laughed, "You're banging both of them, aren't you?"
"You're out of line, Darin," I deadpanned, trying to keep my cool before I let anything else out of the bag in anger. "What did you need? Why are you here?"
He turned around and looked at me, and I could tell he now was feeling kind of…stupid. "I was going to see if you wanted to get dinner—you know, for your birthday. Sounds like you have other plans."
He turned and left my cubicle before I had the opportunity to tell him that having dinner with him—ever, wasn't going to happen.
I put my head in my hands, wondering just how long it would take for Darin to spread some vicious gossip about me around to the rest of the office staff.
And then I remembered: it's only gossip if it's not true.
Still, I couldn't think that anyone I worked with would have the nerve or the audacity to ask me straight-out about my private and personal life.
Darin had no class.
I was betting the rest of my colleagues did.
chapter 22
I snuck out of work an hour early, wanting nothing more than to put this day behind me. Darin's innuendos had unnerved me. I didn't need him stirring up any drama, especially since my internship was ending next month, and I had applied for a permanent position with the bureau.