Page 67 of Healing Her Lions

“No, it’s true. I wanted to move for me, but just as much for you. You need something for yourself. Just for you. I’m shocked that you have three shifter mates, but I’m happy that you have someone at your back. I can’t be there, and that kills me. I worry every day. Now, I don’t have to.”

“I love you,” I whisper. “It was a privilege to be there for you.”

“I wouldn’t be as far as I am getting past it without you.” I sniffle. “None of that,” she snaps. “You need to concentrate on controlling your mates when you tell them.”

“Crap,” I groan. “Logan will be back soon.”

“Where did he go?”

“He used his claw to cut my shirt and bra in half. I made him go to get me clothes.”

She laughs. “Breeane, you are going to have your hands full.”

“Yes, but look at what they are full of. They are delicious. I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

I get the shivers just thinking about them.

I chickened out. Logan came back, happy that I was safe. His smiles were coming easier, and his body language relaxed. He wanted to take me out to lunch. I couldn’t tell him. I will. Just not yet.

While we are sitting in the diner, his brothers call him back. I can hear the urgency in Lucas’s voice before Logan assures him that everything is fine. I can’t look at him when he says it. I am a bad mate. Is it so bad that I want a little more time with them without my family looming over us?

I’m staring out the window as he finishes the call, absently dipping my fry in the ketchup.

“Breeane, what’s wrong?” Logan asks.

“Nothing,” I say too quickly and then cringe.

“You were in a great mood before I left you. I come back, and you are having a hard time looking at me,” he states, watching me intensely.

“What kind of punishment do you dish out for bad girls?” I ask saucily. I’m hoping to distract him, but a small part of me wants him to pull the information out of me.

“You planning on being bad? Or have you already?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Technically, I haven’t done anything.”

“Breeane?” he growls, leaning forward.

“Where are the guys?”

“Just finishing up. I was going to have them meet us here. Should I tell them to meet us at home?”

“Why would we have to go there?”

“If you have been bad, we might need more privacy.”

“Oh,” I mumble.

“Which place should I tell them?”

“Home,” I confirm softly.

“Finish eating while I call,” he bosses me.

I glare but start eating. Maybe I should tell them while we are outside the house. They might break something. I didn’t lie.

The brothers are very attached to me already. They can be reasonable men. They wouldn’t spank me for keeping a secret for only an hour. Well, maybe an hour and a half. Okay, we are pushing two hours. A bit more when we get home.

Right?

---