Days of Winter: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Cascade of Lies) by Cora Flynn

Author:Cora Flynn [Flynn, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

I walked into the diner the next morning, prepared for a day of chaos and corruption.

Winter had taken the next two days off to study for finals, and Janice had a family emergency. I was left with two junior wait staff, Carl, two line cooks, and Dad and I on the first Friday of December, when tourists and locals were officially in Christmas shopping mode.

We were going to be fucked.

I was still determined to confront Dad today, but that would have to wait until the breakfast rush was over. Probably lunch rush too. Supper would be fine, I had my usual evening crew scheduled, so we just had to make it through the next eight hours.

I was questioning my life choices as I downed my third cup of coffee a few hours later, when Winter’s boyfriend—Trevor? No, Travis—came around the corner of the bar top.

“Oh, hey.” He gave me an uncomfortable smile as his eyes searched the diner, seemingly looking for something.

More like someone; a sexy auburn-haired someone who wasn’t mine and was now apparently his. I internally groaned at my caveman thoughts. She wasn’t a possession. And she wasn’t mine because of me. Although, Travis was likely the more attractive of the two of us, with his edgy good looks and easy grin. I didn’t have arm tattoos or piercings or any kind of bad-boy energy. I was as white bread as they came.

But does she cum as hard for him as she did for me?

That memory stirred my cock into gear at the most inconvenient time and I had to immediately shift gears.

Okay, caveman thoughts are over, right now.

“Hey,” I returned. “Winter isn’t here today, she’s off to study.”

“Yeah,” he answered, attention still focused elsewhere. Was he avoiding me on purpose? “I just came to grab a Carl’s Creation. She’s got me hooked on them.”

“Cool.” Carl’s Creation today was a stack of raspberry buttermilk pancakes with peach salsa and sour cream whip. That man was a culinary master.

The silence lengthened between us. I gave an awkward cough. “Welp, I’d better get back to it. See you around.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

I pretended to go back to my coffee and paperwork while there was a mild lull of patrons, but I watched him from the corner of my eye. He turned away from me and picked up an old Adidas duffle bag I hadn’t seen from the floor. Then he rounded the corner toward the back hallway of the diner.

No. Fucking. Way.

I knew that duffle bag. It was the same one I had found tucked under the desk of the office just weeks ago. Travis—Travis had been the one to leave it here?

I had no idea who the guy was; if he was a student at Ryker’s with Winter or someone she met at a bar, or online even. I had avoided asking because I really didn’t want to know, but now, now I had wished I had asked at least one question about him.

Did Winter know? I banished the thought as soon as it filled my brain.

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