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There’s no one else who knows me better than she does. Asking myself how I’d feel without her, my heart constricts so hard, I grunt with pain. The girls look at me with different emotions on their faces, and I breathe through it all, not ready to voice what I’m feeling.

They can wonder for a bit.

“What do you mean by that?” Dahlia asks carefully. “I need you to spell it out for me.”

“I want to date you both,” I tell her honestly. “I’ve never spent time with you as an adult, and I want to explore the feelings that I’m having for you.”

“And I’ve never stopped loving you,” Bee says. “I reached for Jack because I didn’t know how to handle how I felt, but I care about him. I’m sorry?—”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Dahlia says gruffly. I watch to see if she’s going to blow up on Bee, because her emotions have a way of swinging volatilely when she’s feeling raw.

“There is no reason why we should have both been alone. I’m not that selfish. I’m very glad that you two found each other, Bronwyn. I just don’t know if I fit into that.”

“Dolly, there’s been a you-shaped space in our relationship the entire time,” I tell her. “I know that’s an odd thing to say…”

“But it’s how I feel too,” Bee explains. “I wondered how you were all the time, or what you were doing.”

Grimacing, I know I have to say something. “I told her it had been four years, if you wanted to find us you would. However, it’s clear to me that I was wrong. I was projecting, because I was looking for you in every way possible. I fucking hate hitting dead ends.”

“I was hiding,” Dolly says sheepishly. “I always have this feeling that I’m being watched, and I think Gareth has hired people to find me. Strange men who have no business being in Belmont have shown up here and there. It’s enough to tell me that my paranoia is healthy.”

“It’s not paranoia if it’s actually happening,” Bee says. “Look, you have to be exhausted. Are you okay to stay through the weekend, see where things go? I’m with Jack on this. I want both of you equally. I never want to choose. I play for keeps.”

The words echo in my mind as I nod. “I can think of nothing better than to call you both mine,” I growl. I’m not blind, I notice the hitched breath Bee and Dolly both take and the flush of arousal.

They’re going to be so much fun together. This weekend may be a minefield, but I know I’m not going to want to give Dolly up at the end of it.

“Are you willing, baby girl?” I rumble, my gaze intently on her.

“God, why do you have to say it like that?” Dolly whispers. “All I can think about are dirty things.”

Smirking, I chuckle. “Dirty things can definitely be on the table,” I say.

“Yes,” she says with a deep breath. “I’m in.”

Chapter Thirteen

Bronwyn

Dolly is still napping, and I haven’t had the heart to wake her up. I want to crawl into bed with her, but I don’t know if she’d be comfortable with that.

“You’re watching her sleep again, little stalker,” Jack murmurs in my ear. The only reason I’m not jumping fifteen feet in the air and screaming is because he was careful to make sure I could hear him. He’s a damn ninja otherwise.

“It’s hard not to,” I admit. “She looks so tired.”

“Months and years of being on edge will do that,” he murmurs, rubbing against my face like a cat.

Jack is being very affectionate today. A part of me thinks he’s been feeling some underlying guilt about being with me. As if he “stole” me away, but you can’t take someone who's been in limbo waiting.

“I know,” I murmur. “I’m not going to stop being a creeper, so I’m hoping the ‘stalker’ nickname doesn’t stick.”

“I have a feeling it may,” he says wickedly, sliding his hand up my bare leg. I hate clothes, and I never got dressed. His finger rubs against my panty-covered slit, making me press my lips tighter to hold back any noises. “Such a good little stalker. You’re already fucking drenched just watching her.”

I am, I can’t help it. Dahlia makes me aroused, sad, angry, and murderous. The cycle of emotions is enough to make me dizzy, and I could tell Jack is feeling the same way. Her story made me wish I could kidnap her past self, and find her sooner, anything to protect her from what happened to her.

While she said she told us everything, I know that can’t possibly be true. The highlight reel? Yes, I think that’s more in line with what she gave us in an effort to ensure Jack didn’t have an aneurysm. As hard as it was for us to hear, she lived it all.

“Go snuggle with her,” he encourages. “I have a feeling she hasn’t been held very much. Dahlia can tell you if she doesn’t want it, but holding back could do the opposite of what you’re trying to do. Think about how many people may have hugged her in the last four years.”

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