Page 31 of My Karmic Destiny

She closes her eyes and swallows nervously before answering me. “He says I should be with Evan and Kurtis, too. My karmic destiny.”

I don’t like the theme of the day. Yet, I need to do right by my woman, no matter how much it hurts. “Tessa, I need you to be honest with me. Do you want Evan and or Kurtis?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do.” She grabs my shoulders and stares into my eyes. “I’m with you. I’d never betray you like that.”

“That wasn’t my question,” I say, to remind her what I need to know.

Her shoulders curl in with guilt. “I can’t say I haven’t thought about them as potentially more than friends but that was before we ended up together. Sure, they’re attractive and…”

“You like them.”

She doesn’t argue with me, just gives me a stoic expression.

I know what I have to do. It’s what the song says.When you love someone, you set them free. “Okay,” I blurt out.

She frowns. “Okay?”

“I never want to stand in the way of your happiness. And if you want to date them, too. Then you should see if there’s something there.”

“I’m not agreeing to this, but what if I date them, and I can’t pick just one of you?”

“Are you asking if I could be okay with sharing your love?” When she doesn’t respond, I know she is. “I… honestly don’t know.”

“Let’s not worry about this right now,” she brushes away the conversation. “I have enough on my plate with my new job, and we need to figure out who is screwing with us. Let’s go get some answers.”

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SET FREE

TESSA

Dante watches me closely as we cross the hallway. I knock on Evan’s door, and Dante raps his knuckles on Kurtis’s.

Both doors swing open, and the guys look nervously at us, then at each other.

“What’s wrong?” Evan asks, his shoulders tense. He’s taking on his warrior aura which I’ve only seen a handful of times when out on some of the more dangerous Instant jobs.

“We were hoping you could help us figure something out,” I say as sweetly as possible. “Can we talk?”

His lips flatten, probably unsure how ugly this is all going to get. I don’t know if it’s because he fucked with our phones or because he thinks Dante is going to rage against them about trying to ‘steal’ me away.

Steal me… like I’m a possession and can’t make up my mind for myself.

“Come on in.” Evan waves us closer and glances down the hall to see if any of the other agents are watching.

Once inside, I sit on the wooden desk chair. Evan leans against his closed door and crosses his arms. Dante perches on the foot of Evan’s bed.

Kurtis remains standing, shifting from foot to foot, looking guilty as fuck. “What’s this about?”

I try not to jump to conclusions and freak out. It’s more likely he thinks this has to do with making it known how he feels about me. But how far are they willing to take this bid for my attention, my affection? Would they actively fuck with my relationship by manipulating my texts with Dante?

This is the hardest part about people—they’re so difficult to trust. Everyone is working for their own interests and often others get hurt along the way, especially if you happen tobetheir particular interest.

“I’ll do my best not to be mad with whatever you tell us. I just need to know the truth.” I keep my voice calm and soothing, using the techniques I developed when I was a psychic reader. “Did either of you mess with my phone messages or have someone do it?”

I open my intuition to activate my woo-woo lie detector.

Kurtis looks downright confused. “Huh? No. Why would I do that?”

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