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What sort of scientist?
Evan
String Cheese.
Brennan
???
I found myself adding to the chat.
Me
Theoretical mathematician with a specialization in string theory or something.
My phone beeped with a response.
Spencer
Quantum mechanic? I could use one of those. Do you know what field specifically?
Me
I don’t think she brought her wrenches.
I couldn’t help but remember her math jokes.
Brennan
What does quantum mechanics have to do with biotech?
Jett
Do I even want to know?
With Spencer? No. That man would either save the world or explode it.
With a sigh, I walked into the living room. This wasn’t her world. It would break me to lose her again–and unlike last time, I don’t know if I could come back from it.
At the same time, my childhood love was here and upset. My omega was welcoming, not jealous.
I had another chance with the woman I thought was dead.
My alpha screamed at me to stop being a knothead. To go to her and make it all better.
Hugging her sounded nice. After all, she was scared–andhere.
Whatever I’d been through had been so much worse for her–and not her fault. Evan was right, I needed to get over my hurt and comfort her.
After all, what harm could come from a few cuddles?
Chapter Seven
Grace
“3.1415926535,” I muttered as I walked out of the kitchen. “8979323846.” The guy I’d been told repeatedly that I’d imagined wasreal.
Not only was he real, but I was here with him and his husband. His sweet, kind, sexy, giant husband, who smelled like lemonade.
