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“Probably because there are none there. This world is weird.” It was hard to admit to myself that I fit as well as I did here.
“But it has us in it.” Wes leaned over and kissed me, hand caressing my thigh through the dress’ slit.
Brennan came up the stairs, still in his suit. “Evan, I’m home.”
“Over here,” Evan called.
“Hey.” Brennan’s face lit up as soon as he saw Evan.
“Hey.” Evan’s look softened, but he didn’t get up off the couch.
“Oh.” Brennan looked at Wes and me, face falling.
“He didn’t look like he had fun tonight and probably needs a cuddle. I won’t be jealous, promise,” I whispered, giving Evan’s ear a nibble. “Go make up with him.”
I knew they were fighting. Because of me.
“If you insist.” Evan kissed my cheek. “Fuck her good for me, Wes.” He got off the couch.
Wes picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder in a firefighter carry as Evan went over to Brennan.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I laughed as Wes left the sunken living room.
“As beautiful as this dress is on you, I’d like to see what it looks like on my floor.” Wes waved. “Night, everyone.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Evan
“Hey, Love.” Brennan stood close, his pine scent intensifying, jacket off, shirt partially unbuttoned, tie sticking out of his pocket.
But he didn’t touch me. I could feel the anguish, the remorse, rolling off the bond.
“I’m still mad at you.” Trying to make a mad face, I poked him in the chest, resisting the urge to fall into his arms, and forgive him with no discussion.
A pained look crossed his face. “Please don’t be. I’m sorry. I was a huge asshole to you and Grace. This is hard for me. But, I should handle my shit and not take it out on others. I called my therapist.”
“Good. I’ve been texting mine. Obviously both of us still have issues to work through,” I said, proud that he’d done it.
“I…” He took a deep breath. “I’ll stop blocking the integration team. I didn’t want her to integrate, so I didn’t see a point in cooperating. But also, I never meant to hurt anyone. I was sort of hoping that if I ignored her, she’d remember her life and go back to where she came from.”
I took a step forward, so we were almost touching. “I know. But people still got hurt.”
It was hard to get the image of her huddled under the bed out of my head.
“Please, get things going. Our file was flagged because you’re dragging your feet, and we don’t need that,” I told him.
“I know.” His head bowed. “How much is her spiral going to affect the case?”
“She never mentioned it when I had her checked out at the clinic yesterday. Grace wasn’t raised thinking that she was an omega–or even really knew that she was a gamma–so she doesn’t understand a lot of things. But I’m sure the doctor figured out something is up from her hormone levels,” I replied.
He rubbed his clean-shaven chin. “That’s bad.”
“Yep. Look, she loves Wes, and the best place for her is with him, which means she’s stuck withus. We need to create a space for her in this pack,” I admonished, hoping he and I would finally get to a place of understanding.
He took my hands in his, heat spreading through me at the contact. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to tear apart the pack. I don’t want to lose you. The last thing I’d ever want to do is put you in a place where you have to choose between me and Wes.”
“I really don’t want to do that.” Because I loved them both.
