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“I…” He tried to speak, but he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure he understood, and that only made it that much worse.
“The part I have to trust?” Pop raised a brow at Miles. “That’s Zayne choosing what he can and can’t tell me. I have to trust his judgement, and if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
“How do you know? How do you make that choice?”
His palms were getting sweaty, and he dried his hands off in his jeans while his heart only beat faster and harder, taking his breath away as he waited for his father to speak.
Pop frowned, looking up at Dad for a moment. “I’m not sure anyone else can tell you that, Baby.”
He was desperate. Desperate for any reason to trust Kaz because he loved him. He’d loved him for almost a decade and a half despite everything. In his heart, he’d always known something wasn’t right about how their relationship ended, but he’d been too terrified to find out the truth. So, he never had.
He might have demanded the truth from Kaz today, but something told him thathewas also the reason Kaz hadn’t told him, because did he really want to know? The truth scared the shit out of him. What if the truth was worse than anything hecould imagine? Or worse, what if it wasn’t? What if he’d just blown up their relationship for nothing?
Why was this so hard?
He didn’t realize he’d said the words out loud before he had two sets of arms around him. He wrapped his own around the shoulders of both his fathers, soaking in their love and support.
When they pulled back, he didn’t want to let go. Facing reality was scary because he had no guarantees. All he knew for certain was that he wanted to be with Kaz, but he didn’t knowhow. How was he supposed to trust Kaz when Kaz didn’t trust him? He was the one with trust issues, not Kaz. He couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t enough for Kaz, and that fucking hurt.
“You know what the Kings do,” Dad said with an arched brow at him. Miles nodded, a somber feeling settling over him. Oh, he knew. He’d been one of the people the Kings saved. Without the Kings, he and his sister would likely have been killed by their parents’ murderer a long time ago. Not only had the Kings kept them safe, but they’d also given them a home and a family.
“Then you know what Kaz is doing, and if he’s not telling you about it, then it’s because you don’t need to know,” Dad said.
Miles pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to protest.
“But how do I know that’s true?”
“This is where the trusting comes into play,” Pop said with a wry smile.
He groaned, making his fathers laugh.
A hand on his shoulder had him looking into deep brown eyes.
“You have a decision to make,” Pop said. “You either trust him, or you don’t.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Miles
HIS FATHERS left, claiming they wanted to give him some time alone. It was bullshit. He didn’t believe them, and he fully expected his sister to show up any minute, but when the doorbell rang and he jerked the door open to berate her, the words got stuck in his throat.
A breath shuddered through him as he took in the sight of Kaz standing before him, his hair flat from his helmet, his cheeks red, and his expression haggard. Those startling gray eyes looked haunted but sharp.
“What are you doing here?”
Kaz’s lips twitched. “Your sister told me you were here.”
Kaz stepped inside, and Miles stumbled back, his heart beating fast and hard as he scrambled his brain for words while Kaz closed the door behind him, leaving them completely alone.
“Did she tell you she got our dads to leave, as well?”
Kaz blinked, his lips pressing together in a measly attempt to keep from smiling. Miles closed his eyes with a sigh. His sister was ever meddlesome. He wasn’t sure if he should thank her or curse her.
“You didn’t answer the question,” he muttered, opening his eyes to level Kaz with a displeased glare.
Kaz tilted his head to the side, eyes burning a path across Miles’s face.
“I thought that part was obvious.” Kaz stepped forward, putting their bodies within inches of each other, and the man’sheat hit him. His eyes fell shut, and his heart flickered as Kaz’s scent washed over him.
