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“Was it like that with your human boyfriends?”

“They’re nothing like that,” I say. “I’ve never even been with one who would do it anywhere besides the bedroom.”

He laughs. “So, what, when he wants you he asks you to meet him in the bedroom?”

“Something like that.”

“Very sexy.” He reaches up and traces my cheek. “I’d take you anywhere. Anywhere. It’s hard enough for me to wait until we’re in private. If I had my way, I’d fuck you every time I saw you, no matter who was watching.”

I laugh. “The rest of the pack would get pretty sick of that.”

“Sounds like their problem to me.”

I sigh and gently push him off me. He goes willingly enough, but props himself up on one elbow so that he can still look at me. “You didn’t want me to come over today,” he says.

“No,” I agree. No point in lying about it.

“I don’t understand,” he admits. “I thought you and I were getting along these days.”

“We are,” I say. “But…I have other things going on in my life. I can’t always be available to you.”

“You’re talking about your baby,” he says.

I close my eyes. I don’t want to talk about Emmy.

“Look, I don’t have to come around,” he says. “If it bothers you when I come to your place, I’ll stay away. I’m not trying to be a hassle to you.”

I know what I should say.

I should accept his offer.

If I’m really worried about him learning the truth about Emmy, I should be doing everything I can to keep them apart.

But the truth is, I don’t want Brandon to stay away from me. In the wake of this fuck, it’s hard to remember that there are reasons Ishouldwant that.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “You can come over. Just…be aware that I might not always be available. If I tell you I can’t come out—”

“If you tell me to go away then I’ll go away,” Brandon says. “That simple.”

I nod. “If you can accept that, then you’re welcome at my place.”

“I can accept it,” he says. “I think I could accept anything if it meant I could keep seeing you.”

21

BRANDON

“Alicia?”Iask.

“Hmm?” She’s resting beside me, her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed. I’m alternately watching her and staring up through the leaves of the tree above us. I don’t know when in my life I’ve felt this relaxed. Maybe never.

Alicia is what’s always been missing.

“I meant what I said,” I tell her. “I don’t want you to go back to your human life.”

She doesn’t react defensively or angrily this time. She doesn’t even sigh at me. “What’s the alternative?”

It sounds like she’s really asking. Like there’s an answer she’d accept.

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