Page 85 of Healing Her Lions

“Two weeks,” I offer.

“Logan, you think I can hold your mom back for two weeks?”

“Ten days.”

“I will be putting my life in danger if it’s longer than seven days,” he groans.

“Eight days, final offer.”

“Fuck, alright.”

“Thanks. You are going to love her.”

“If she is the reason why I am talking on the phone with my son again, I will worship at her feet for the rest of my life,” he says gruffly.

“She is, Dad. She is,” I repeat quietly.

“I will love her,” he stresses.

“I know. She needs the love. I met her parents today.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? I will not tell your mother that.”

“No, Dad. She didn’t plan it—they showed up unannounced. They are not good. They have done some horrible things to her.”

“Hmm…” he hums. “I will have your mother call her.”

“Dad—” I start to protest.

“Son, if you want me to keep her here for eight days, she will be calling your mate and you, every fucking day. Understand?”

I chuckle. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” he snaps. “What is her name?”

“Breeane,” I whisper.

“Lovely name.”

“I need to get back to her. I have to explain.”

“About the parents that you abandoned?”

“Yeah, about that.”

“I won’t keep you. I don’t want to interfere with convincing her to mate with you and your brothers. Quickly, Son.”

“As quick as I can,” I concede.

“Alright. I love you. I lost a piece of my soul when we couldn’t find you.”

“Fuck,” I say blowing out a sharp breath. “You won’t lose me again. I love you too.”

He clears his throat. “Your mother will be calling tomorrow. I’m going to have to do some convincing of my own.”

“I don’t want to hear that.” I stand.

“How do you think you got here?” he blusters.

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