Page 91 of Taeja

“Yu know seh mi nuh like yu?” she asked, and he chuckled. “I’m serious, though. I want you to use it—”

“Use what?” came a voice from near the doorway, startling them both.

Damon rolled his eyes as he moved from above Taeja. “You need to stop creeping up on people like that.”

“I can’t creep up on anyone in my house.”

Taeja bit back a laugh as she sat up on the sofa. Watching Zain sit on the sofa opposite them, she asked, “How was your meeting?”

“It was okay.”

Taeja’s brows knitted. She didn’t expect a meticulous speech about every minor detail of his day, but the coldness in his tone threw her off. “Okay…”

Damon threw his arm over her shoulder, pulling her to his side. Taeja relaxed against him, enjoying his body’s warmth while watching Zain. His hair was tied back and his face was a blank slate. He twirled her stress ball in his right hand.

“I didn’t know you took that,” Taeja broke the silence.

Zain looked from the ball to her. “This?” he asked, and she nodded. “I like them.”

“Why?”

He clenched his jaw and looked at the ball. “It helped with therapy.”

Taeja’s brows furrowed. “Therapy?” she questioned, and Zain sighed.

“Physical therapy,” Damon explained, his grip tightening around Taeja. “Those mercenaries messed up some of his nerves, but he’s good now. They’re going to get what’s coming for them one day.”

Taeja glanced at Zain. His face remained impassive as he avoided her gaze, and she pursed her lips before looking away. She understood why Zain didn’t tell anyone about what happened to him, but that didn’t make it less of a weighty secret for her to carry. Especially when she saw how angry Damon got while recalling what happened.

Clearing her throat, she said to Zain, “You need to get your locks checked. Damon and I were having sex on the balcony, and I saw someone.”

“There was no one there, Taeja,” Damon insisted.

Zain’s brows pulled together as he looked at his brother. He didn’t say anything, and Damon didn’t either.

“Probably me a hallucinate because mi hungry,” she joked.

Zain looked at her. “You’re hungry?”

“You didn’t eat at the dinner?” Damon asked.

“Why unu a scold me?” Taeja asked, frowning.

“We’re not—” Damon said.

“We are—” Zain said at the same time.

She chuckled. “A so mi like when unu get along.”

Scoffing, Zain stood. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

“No, it’s fine. I can make something—”

“Let him cook,” Damon insisted while he and Taeja stood.

“Your belly big ino, Damon.”

Damon gasped, lifting the hem of his shirt. His brows knitted as he looked at his less-defined abs. “Are you being serious?”

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