Heartbroken (A Christmas Story) 13

Isla turned to me, hands clasped under her chin, eyes wide and pleading like a puppy begging for a treat.

“Sister, please,” she said, voice soft and whiny, lower lip pushed out. “You’re not sharing him alone. That’s not fair. I’ve been good. I waited in the lobby like you asked… mostly.”

I stared at her, irritation warring with something hotter. She looked ridiculous and adorable at the same time, and the way she said “sister” sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with guilt.

Jack watched us both, arms still crossed, that calm, unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t say a word, he just waited for me to decide.

I exhaled hard, running a hand through my hair.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Threesome it is.”

Isla’s face lit up like I’d just handed her the best Christmas present ever. She actually bounced a little on her toes.

Jack’s mouth curved into a slow, approving smile. He pushed off the desk and nodded toward the king sized bed i