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“But you won’t be able to keep things from Marshall,” I finish for him. This will suck for me. My brother would end up knowing everything I do without me having to tell him.
Damn.
Taking a deep breath, I glance toward Keys, then look between Marshall and West before settling a look on my best friend. “I’m not going to ask for you to keep my secrets.”
“You don’t have to,” West remarks. “That’s not what I’m saying.”
“I know. All I’m asking is that you . . .” What exactly was I asking?
“That you listen to whatever West tells you and don’t go off halfcocked thinking to get in your sister’s face about it.” Keys ends up finishing for me, and boy, does he nail it.
I nod in agreement, wanting him to know that’s exactly what I’d meant.
Marshall glares at Keys for a moment before looking to West, then back to me with a nod. “Whatever he shares with me, I won’t get in your face about it, but I say here and now, I can’t guarantee that I won’t talk to you about it. You’re my sister, and I can’t not worry about you.”
“Fair enough,” I mutter.
It’s strange how things seem to have changed overnight, though it wasn’t exactly a night. Still, the meaning is still there. Things are changing, and I’m not sure how to handle it.
Thankfully, West changes the subject to something entirely different. I relax into Keys and just listen as the three men start talking.
I shouldn’t feel so relaxed. Not with everything going on. I don’t know what the club is planning to do about the threat against them.
A part of me wants to get out of here and get back to finding out if there’s more intel to be had. Okay, so a large part of me wants to do this. However, there’s a larger part of me that wants to stay right where I am.
Suddenly, Keys shifts in his seat next to me. The movement jerks me out of my thoughts, and I blink, looking up to find Meadow and Storm standing there.
“Can we talk to you for a minute?” Storm asks, eyes on me.
“Sure,” I find myself saying as I stand.
“Mar,” Keys murmurs.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. Another surprise to me was that I meant it.
Keys grabs my wrist, stopping me from stepping around him. “Behave.”
I give him a wink. “I always behave.”
Leaning down, I press a kiss to his lips and leave him to see what these two women want to talk to me about. I just hope it’s nothing that will make me go off on them. The last thing I need is to go off on the club President’s and Vice President’s women.
The three of us go into the kitchen, I’m guessing for privacy. When the door closes, sealing us away from the others, I turn toward them. “So, what’s up?”
Storm and Meadow share a look between each other before looking to me once again. Storm steps around the center island and takes a seat on one of the stools.
“Okay, so don’t freak out or anything on us, but we didn’t want you to find out later and think that we were fucked up bitches or something,” Meadow rambles, stepping toward the island and placing her hands on it, her eyes locked on me.
“What’s this about?” I cock a brow and lean against the counter behind me.
“We overheard the conversation the other day,” Storm comes out with it.
My eyes narrow, and I take both women in as I speak coldly. “And.”
“We get your reason for hiding it. It wasn’t Calyx’s to share,” Storm says.
“Dad shouldn’t have told it,” Meadow agrees. “That’s something you should have shared when and only if you were ready.”
A part of me wants to be pissed with them for knowing the truth. I hadn’t wanted Calyx to share. It felt like a betrayal, but he was doing what he thought was best for me.
