Page 64 of Unbreak Me

"Where are your glasses? When I first saw you in the booth, you were wearing those wire-frame ones."

Day looked a little self-conscious and laughed awkwardly.

"I sometimes wear fake ones. I’ve got perfect vision."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I took them with me as part of my strategy to keep alphas at bay. The whole ensemble—gray sweats, old sneakers, cigarettes—"

"Well, obviously it didn't work." I gave him a meaningful look.

Day burst out laughing. "Maybe it even had the opposite effect?"

I winked. "Maybe!"

A comfortable silence fell as we drove along the dark road. Forests and fields stretched out on both sides, not a single house in sight.

I noticed the shift in his mood right away. He bit his lip, started absentmindedly scratching his chin, and finally murmured,

"That’s one of the reasons I never took action against him—the fear that I’d have to fight alone."

"You are not alone. We just need to stay in the house for the next few days, just to be safe, and give Nico a chance to spread the word."

"Yes, I’m glad you’re in this with me."

"That's what husbands are for—to support their halves! Right?" I smiled at him encouragingly, and he responded with a shy smile.

"Right. To have each other’s backs and take on life together," he whispered a little solemnly.

We drove for a while, then Day looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.

"I never would’ve guessed our relationship would… turn out like this."

"Like… what?" I raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t answer, just smirked and glanced down at his hands, and that’s when I noticed something peeking out from under his sleeve—a bracelet made of agates.

"You’re wearing it?"

He looked a little sheepish. "Yeah… I like it."

This time, the silence was pleasant. Our eyes met briefly—though I had to keep watching the road—but it was enough to share a nice moment, a quiet exchange of energy.

Not long after, we reached the town and sent the email toEast Times. Day watched the screen closely. His gaze lingered for a second on the file attachment under the recipient’s address line, but he didn’t say a word.

The drive back was quieter, but the vibe wasn’t off. I could feel Day glancing at me occasionally, almost like he was studying me—or maybe even his eyes had a bit of… flirty flicker to them? At one point, I caught his gaze and gave him a knowing smile.

He blushed and quickly looked away, focusing on the road instead.

"Have you been with a lot of guys?" he asked suddenly.

The question caught me off guard, and I flinched slightly.

"Uh… ‘a lot’ is subjective. Like you, I’ve never had a one-night stand. But I’ve had a few short relationships—five, to be exact. They lasted anywhere from a month to three months.They all ended pretty… disappointingly, though. The whole ‘beta dating’ thing. Most of that was during the first three years of college. After that, I just stopped trying."

Day seemed perplexed. "You didn’t date anyone for five years?"

I exhaled deeply. "Nope. I think I was waiting for a miracle—or maybe for Frank to finally convince me."

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