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I definitely don’t want to do that. I do want to feel cherished, adored, and respected though. I am capable of taking care of myself, but there are times when I’d like not to have to.

It’s a thin line, and one many people don’t understand.

“I’m just hoping my heat holds off until after tomorrow,”Wren says.“I have a feeling Flynn and I are syncing up again.”

“If you can’t, it’s?—”

“No, it’s not,”Wren growls.“I don’t want you around that fucking bitch alone.”

“We’ll play it by ear,”Shaw soothes.“Neither of them have started full blown nesting yet, so I think it’ll be fine. Flynn is going to feel the need to clean at some point, and that hasn’t happened yet.”

“No, it hasn’t,”Flynn agrees.“Wren told the old bag that you’d be there, but that no one would be handing over the reins to anything. She didn’t respond.”

“She’s probably feeling pretty proud of herself, thinking that she’s going to overwhelm Wren and I,” I mutter. “I guess tomorrow she’s going to find out what eating a bag of dicks feels like.”

“Gross, Aisling,”Wren says with a giggle.

“She deserves it,” I reply. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Aiden:

I have lunch for you. Where can I meet you?

Me:

I’ll meet you at the alley that leads to the shelter. Give me five?

Aiden:

Take your time.

Me:

Thanks. I also decided that I really do want to go see Dad after I finish up here.

Aiden:

Good deal, Princess. I’ll give him the heads up since Evan is driving him today.

Blowing out a breath,I remind myself that I can do hard things, then put on my warm outerwear, and walk out to meet Aiden. The universe seems to be throwing me a lot of shit right now, and I need to pull my big girl panties up for it all.

Gazingat the front door of Dad’s house, I feel awkward as I knock on it. I don’t think I ever really have. Things aren’t the best between us, and that’s mostly because I’m feeling betrayed.

Whether or not I should be feeling that is up for debate until I speak to him.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see Aiden parked in the driveway, refusing to move a muscle. Rolling down the window closest to me, he heaves out a breath.

“Princess, your father shot at me yesterday,” he drawls. “I think he and I need some space.”

“Oh shit,” I whisper.

“I do believe that’s the right response,” Dad says, overhearing us as he opens the door. “My daughter, you do not ever need to knock on this door.”

“I don’t have my keys,” I admit, wincing. “A few of my things have gone missing since I was kidnapped.”

“We have your keys and I have your knife still,” Aiden grunts. “Anything else you may be missing, I can probably find.”

The window goes back up before I can respond, and I roll my eyes before turning back to my dad.

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