Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

3. Dr. Miles Jefferson

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DR. MILES JEFFERSON

I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a healthy chug of beer while I listened to Josh and Rick bounce ideas off each other. They had been doing that shit for the last three hours. Shit, they hadn’t even waited for us to get in the car before they started to talk.

They were idiots.

But sometimes, you had to let idiots tire themselves out so that when you gave them a good idea, they heard you out.

Each scheme they came up with was more ridiculous than the last. I honestly had no idea how the hell I’d managed not to get dizzy from how many times I had rolled my eyes or how the hell I hadn’t started to laugh at how stupid they sounded.

But I didn’t say a word.

I didn’t show them how stupid they were being. I simply kicked my feet up on the coffee table and watched. Listened. Drank my beer after eating dinner. Some ideas, I had to give them credit, had merit. But they didn’t come close to what I had up my sleeve. What would work for a multitude of reasons.

“You guys done?” I finally chimed in. They turned. Both were opposites in how they looked and acted, yet they turned toward me with matching scowls.

“You have anything better?” Josh clipped, and my lips twitched.

“Grab a beer. Both of you. And sit down,” I ordered, and they begrudgingly did as I asked. Each of them sitting in their own recliner while I kept my ass on the couch facing the two of them.

“Well?” Rick said, rolling his hand for me to get on with it.

“You guys ready to listen? Seriously?” They both turned to look at one another before giving me their attention.

“You two are overcomplicating it. Josh, I love you, man, and you know I love the beach house. But that place is not the answer to all our problems. You have any idea how long it would take for her to get another three-day weekend off? Much less without any plans attached to them?” His lips pursed because he knew I was right. Then I turned to Rick.

“Rick, you lucky bastard,” I mumbled. “You go to kiss her. And I know now every time you walk into the locker room, into the resting area, you will always look at it with fond memories while that schmuck and I look at it with envy. I tip my hat to you.” He chuckled, and Josh rolled his eyes, but one thing he didn’t do was deny it. “But again, your plans are too…” I made a face. “We all have a couple of things in common, as we discovered at Club Sin,” I shared. They looked at one another before giving me their full-on attention. “Something I have a feeling she’s into.”

“Voyeurism?” Josh guessed. I grinned.

“Our girl loves to watch us. We’ve all noticed it. The way she looks at us when she thinks no one sees her? Come on.”

“So?”

“So, we use that to our advantage. Give her a taste.”

“A taste?”

“Of what we have in store for her. We might need to play a little dirty, but we’ve never minded hard work before.” I shrugged.

“Okay, you lost me, Miles,” Josh said. I smirked.

“We’re done waiting, standing around with our thumbs up our asses, right? Watching and waiting to make a move?”

“Right,” Rick sounded slowly.

“So… we use moments that pop up to our advantage this week. Put ourselves in… precarious situations that make her watch us so we can watch her later.”

“What?” Josh’s brows bunched, and his ass moved to the edge of the recliner he was in before he rested his elbows on his knees. Slowly, I laid out the plan I had solidified in my head while I listened to them.

We liked to watch. Each of us individually and as a group. It was something we had learned about one another as we explored the type of relationship we wanted. The only one that would work for the kind of friendship we had.

We were close.

Closer than most.

Maybe it was our time in the Marines or the fact that without each other’s help, we would never have made it out of medical school. Either way, we were who we were. I just hoped that by the end of this, Elena could accept us. Because we couldn’t imagine our lives without her.