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I sucked in a breath. "He does?"

"That's what he told Noah." Pause. "The society is meeting tonight. He talks about it."

My mind raced, making my heart spark like a damned lightening storm.

"Should you be telling me this?"

"Probably not. But I think you're being stupid for letting him go. Ethan is great. And if you love him too, that's worth fighting for, isn't it? I think it is. I can't imagine being without Noah."

My imagination was on fire.

Ethan loved me.

If I didn't do this, I'd never forgive myself.

"I need to go," I said. There was somewhere I needed to be, and it was going to take me at least twenty minutes to pack up. It was 9:30. I needed to do this with witnesses who loved him.

He needed to know I was serious.

"Thank you for the information about the camper. I'm going to buy one."

"Excellent. You'll have fun with it."

"Goodbye."

I'd never torn down my campsite as fast as I did tonight. The drive back into town seemed to take way too long. Parking downtown was a nightmare with a van my size. Once I found a spot three streets away from the Lion and Peasant, I flat-out ran until my lungs were screaming.

I burst through the doors and scanned the interior of the pub.

"Welcome to Lion and Peasant. For one?"

"No." I finally looked at the host. "I'm looking for Noah."

"He's in a private meeting at the moment."

"Yes, I know. I need to know where it is. I need to see his friend, Ethan."

"Oh … we love Ethan. They should be wrapping up soon. Follow me." The host started walking. Way too slow. I felt faint, anxious, and exhilarated all at once.

Ethan loves me.

The host swept her arm, indicating the doorway. Inside, on the far side of the table sat the absolute love of my life. He was staring into his beer. Owen caught sight of me first.

He nudged Ethan and pointed at me.

Ethan looked up. There it was in his eyes. Brody had been right.

He loved me.

"Baby," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Ethan swallowed and licked his lips, his chest heaving up and down. I made my way around the table to him and fell to my knees beside him to beg for his forgiveness.

"Please forgive me." An intake of breath. "I love you so much, Ethan."

His gaze swept over my face. "But you want me to sleep with other men."

I shook my head. "No. No, I don't. I need you all to myself. Just us—always just us."

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