Pleasure Train by Christelle Mirin

thoroughly enjoyed spending private time with each of them.
    Jack, tender as ever, honestly did not know how handsome he was. He was a bit shy at first, but she was truly beginning to know him.
    Josh, a tough soldier type of man who normally had no expression whatsoever on his face, had a dimple that danced in his cheek when he laughed. He was beginning to open up to her, and the more she saw of the real Josh, the more she liked him.
    Mikey was a lot of fun. He didn’t hide anything about himself and was totally honest with his feelings, every day, all the time. It was a breath of fresh air being with him.
    Now it was Friday, the week absolutely flying by, and she hadn’t felt more alive in her life. The days with Kenny were just a ghost of the past, and whenever those days popped into her head, which wasn’t often, she dismissed them with a shrug. She was happy with the arrangement her three men had proposed, and it was that arrangement that was going to keep her in Forever.
    It was two o’clock, and the lunch rush was finally over. Willow had picked up all the dishes from the tables and was busily wiping them down and replacing the wrapped silverware that she set the tables with.
    “You sure have been a happy girl this week,” Sue said, coming up behind her.
    Willow straightened, just finished wiping down table number six. She brushed back a strand of hair with the back of her hand and grinned. “I am happy. What clued you in?”
    Sue crossed her arms beneath her breasts and rested her hip against the edge of the booth seat. “Well, let’s see…you’ve been humming and smiling all week. Moving faster than I’ve ever seen you move. You haven’t complained about one thing, including when that smart-mouthed kid on Wednesday blew soda through a straw and soaked your apron. What gives? Are you getting a little on the side?” Sue wiggled her eyebrows comically.
    Willow laughed so hard she lost her breath. “You—you look so funny. Stop wiggling your eyebrows at me like that.”
    Stu turned around on his barstool, eyeing them.
    Willow waved him off. “Never mind, Stu. Just two silly women talking.”
    He gave a “hmph” and turned back toward the counter, picking up his coffee cup.
    “So what gives? Tell me,” Sue said, her voice a bit lower.
    Willow looked around the café. There was no one there except Stu, and he was not wanting for anything at the moment. She nodded toward the booth. “Sit.”
    Both of them slid into the booth. Sue clasped her hands on the tabletop. “Okay, I’m all ears. Who are you dating?”
    “What makes you think I’m dating someone?” Willow pursed her lips, egging her on.
    “You look too…too relaxed not to be getting a little. So, which one of those three morning guys are you romping with?” She leaned forward over her hands.
    “Well, if you must know, I’m dating all three of them.” Willow held her breath, waiting for what she had just said to register with the other woman. She watched Sue’s face and knew exactly when it hit her. Sue’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened then quickly shut. She sat back in the booth, looking totally flustered. “Sue, you okay?”
    “I, um,” she said, placing one hand on her cheek. “You say you’re dating all three of them? Do they know? I mean, does each one know you’re dating the other? Three of them?” With every question she asked, her voice became a little higher pitched.
    Willow chuckled, placing her hands palm down on the tabletop. “Yes, I’m dating all three. And they all know it.”
    “Well, I never thought when they told me—”
    “Told you what?” Willow interrupted, frowning. “What did they tell you, Sue? Give it up.”
    She let out a huge sigh. “Okay, I’ll fess up.” She picked up the napkin-wrapped silverware in her hands and turned it over and over as she spoke. “A couple of weeks ago, your three morning guys asked me about you. You were in the kitchen doing something at the time. Anyway, the