Page 5 of Three of a Kind

I know him well enough to understand that he’s allowed to do whatever he wants.

Hell, he did what he wanted while we were together.

Those rights don’t apply to me, though.

My chest gets tight as I weigh my options.

Maverick and Gunner are hot. They smell nice, and they’ve been nothing but respectful.

They seem like really good guys.

It’s clear they’d be down for more than just hanging out and having a drink.

But you literally ran away from them.

My hand flies to cover my face as I recall how I panicked and blurted out that I needed a bathroom break.

I’m sure they’re waiting for me to come back to the table right now.

They’re just too compatible.

I’m afraid that if I let myself get close to them, it’ll be nearly impossible to force myself away when morning comes.

God, what a mess.

Getting them involved in the clusterfuck I call a life would be totally unfair at the least and borderline dangerous at the worst.

“I have to go,” I whisper as my stomach drops at the realization.

Hooking up with them would probably be life-changing. Then, I’d have to go back to my real life, and it would hurt even more, knowing what I could have had.

You made a huge mistake coming out at all.

It’s time to get home and check on my daughter.

It was a nice thought, but I was always fighting a losing battle against time.

Chapter Three

Gunner

Almost Six Months Later

Being back in New York is a mindfuck. If Maverick and I weren’t straight-up assigned here, it would have been a long time before I came back to visit my family.

My entire fucking job is finding and protecting people.

Yet, six months of searching, and Brooklyn is still in the wind.

It should be impossible for one tiny woman to disappear so effectively. Then again, outside of her first name, we didn’t have a lot to go on.

And it’s a little embarrassing to consider asking a coworker to help. It makes Maverick and me look like stalkers.

We’re not.

We just found a highly compatible omega we're both attracted to. It’s a little like winning the lottery, considering we have such different tastes.

Watching our boss, Ranger fucking Cavanaugh, of all people, fall in love and bond his omega has been eye-opening for both of us. It makes me ache to do something stupid, like reach out to my contacts at NYPD for help finding a woman I met one time.

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