Chapter 262

I had always known, and Cassidy and I had even discussed it long before this whole polyamorous, sleep-with-other-women thing, that Cattie was a fucking catch. After that first Con when Cassidy had met her in person and they had become friends, the two of us had casually talked about it. Cattie was absolutely gorgeous, but it was more than just a killer body and a symmetrical face. It was her expressions, eyes, and smile, and the way she held herself. It was her casual confidence. And she was also sweet, and caring, and an ‘empath’ in the way that other people often claimed to be but weren’t.

Cattie was everything that anyone should have wanted in a partner, girlfriend or wife. How Heather could have ever started down the path to fucking up their relationship, I could never guess.

Once Heather had stalked down past the kitchen, I opened the door to our cabin quietly and Cassidy and I slipped out, following in that direction. Terra joined us, coming back out of her room. Heather had reached the glass sliding door and stepped outside. She was wearing the same outfit that she’d had on last night at the club - considering her only chance to have changed since then had been moments ago in her room, that made sense. It also made the coming argument seem even more like it was happening during a Walk of Shame.

We made it to the kitchen but hesitated as Heather called after Cattie. My raven-haired girlfriend had climbed the stairs up to the top deck, and now Heather had to choose to follow her or not. The other boat’s back door was open and, because of the way Becca and I had anchored the boats together, all the girls working in the kitchen on lunch had to have heard Heather’s tone.

It was demanding.

I shook my head.

Heather started climbing the stairs, so the three of us moved into the living room and then further to the door. Over on the other boat, girls were slowly making their way outside. Everyone, other than Becca, had a morbidly curious look on their faces. Becca looked like how I felt - pensive. Worried about trouble. Several of them, including Becca, headed up onto their own top deck so they could see what was happening and listen in.

We stepped out onto the porch area as Heather’s feet disappeared from between the steps.

I stopped there, listening while holding Cassidy’s hand, and Terra gave both of us a glance and then climbed halfway up the stairs to try and get a look.

“Cattie, what the fuck?” Heather said loudly once she reached the top of the stairs.

“What, Heather?” Cattie asked. “What do you want?”

“You don’t stop to talk to me?” Heather demanded.

“We’re talking here,” Cattie said.

“Come down to our cabin,” Heather said.

“Why?”

“Because I need to talk to you. What the fuck is this attitude?”

“We can talk right fucking here, Heather,” Cattie said.

I still thought doing this in public might have been the wrong decision. It meant that Cattie wasn’t giving Heather anywhere to hide, but it also meant that Heather would feel extra exposed. There was no hiding that there were multiple women listening in. But Cattie wanted it that way, and she’d definitely baited Heather into it successfully.

“What the fuck are you being so pissy about?” Heather asked. “And where is all of your stuff?”