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“I’ve done a lot of research since I learned that you have Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“Really?”

“Of course. How else am I going to know what to expect or how to help you?”

“Where have you been my whole life?” she asks dreamily.

“Doesn’t matter where I’ve been, only that I’m here now.”

CHAPTER 26

WREN

I wish Journey could save me like he promised.

One month later…

“That’s the last of it.”

I smile gratefully at Jackyl as he sets the last moving box on the floor in the bedroom. He and Leah have been helping me and Journey all day, and I know they’ve gotta be exhausted. Other club members also helped, but as Journey put it, club business doesn’t stop just because we’re moving.

“I can’t thank you enough for all your help.”

“I’ll thank him for you,” Leah purrs when she steps into the room behind him and slaps his ass.

Jackyl spins around and lifts Leah over his shoulder. “How ‘bout you thank me now? We’ve got the moving truck for another hour or so.”

“You can do better than that,” Journey comments when he enters.

“Really? You don’t mind if we use one of the bedrooms?”

Journey slaps Jackyl upside the head. “No, dipshit. You don’t get to christen anything before we do. But at least take Leah to the clubhouse to fuck her.”

Leah wiggles out of Jackyl’s hold. “I don’t know. I mean, there’s something kinda hot about doing it in places where you shouldn’t.”

“See, she’s cool with it,” Jackyl says.

“I think it’s time for you two to go,” I suggest. “All this talk of sex has me ho?—”

“Donotfinish that sentence,” Journey growls. “No one needs to hear it but me.”

“Are all of you this possessive?” I ask.

I’ve spent plenty of time with the club, but there aren’t a lot of actual relationships other than Crow and Addison, me and Journey, and Jackyl and Leah. It also doesn’t help that sometimes it’s notmehanging out with them, so I miss stuff.

But on the bright side, no one has made me feel crazy or given me a hard time about switching. They all take it in stride, as if it happens to everyone.

“Yeah, we are,” Journey admits.

“Okay, we’re outta here,” Leah says, dragging Jackyl into the hallway. “We’ll return the truck for ya.”

“Thanks,” I call after her.

As soon as the front door of our rental house closes, Journey scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the mattress that’s still on the floor in the master bedroom. He tosses me down and pounces.

“Finally,” he grumbles before fusing his mouth with mine.

An hour later, we both shower and put on comfy clothes so we can start unpacking.

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