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“I … yeah. It will be fine. What’s up?”

I pause for a moment. I don’t want to dump my shit on Saga if she’s dealing with something of her own. I release a sigh low enough for her not to hear.

“You know what. It’s not that big a deal. I’m going for a run. Call you later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay, call me in the morning. We can talk then.”

I hang up, but her words linger for a moment. I stop analyzing them before I drive myself crazy. Saga will talk when she’s ready.

Frustrated, I toss my phone down, refusing to call Knight again. I flop back on my bed and throw my arms over my face. I wish I were more like my sister and brother, but I’m not.

I never knew how sheltered I had been until starting my job at the DOJ. The deeper I got into the job, the more I saw how much my mother and father shielded me from.

“I’m a fucking punk,” I mutter.

Honestly, I’d be okay with that if it weren’t the biggest thing keeping me from the man I love. However, self-preservation wins out every time when it comes to Knight.

“Something isn’t right, but do I really want to know?”

I catch a chill even as I speak the words.

CHAPTER 38

No Promises

Knight

I stand at the foot of the bed watching her sleep. I’m exhausted and still wound tight from all I’ve learned about the shooting and Broker. So many things align.

I understand why the Lost Souls let me get close. They’ve been looking for an opportunity to expose the Falcons and Broker. Bunch of dumb bastards.

With the Lost Souls going completely legit, the Falcons have no real competition. However, Lost Soul territory is all off-limits and that’s a lot of prime real estate.

I push all that shit to the back of my mind and start to strip out of my clothes. I’ll be dealing with all of that soon enough. Rem stirs and sits up as I get my things off and get ready to climb into bed with her.

“You don’t think you’re getting in this bed, do you?”

She pulls the sheet around her, wrapping up like a burrito. I don’t want to fight with her, but I can see she’s pissed off at me. I meant to call her, but the impromptu meeting at my apartment took longer than I expected.

“Rem, I can explain.”

“Yeah, maybe tomorrow. You can call me then. I’ll answer if I have time.”

I purse my lips and place my hands on my hips. I’m not driving home tonight. I’m exhausted and I want her in my arms.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t take your calls. I had some shit that I needed to handle, and I couldn’t afford the distraction,” I say tightly.

“Well, don’t let me distract you from taking your ass home.”

Her little nostrils flare, and her eyes narrow on me. I can’t believe how much shit has changed since this morning. I shove my hands in my hair and tug. I’m so fucking frustrated.

“Baby, I’m hanging on by a thread. Please, give me a break.”

Her gaze searches my face. I don’t know what she finds, but her eyes soften, and she gives a small nod. I sigh in relief and climb my tired body into the bed.

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