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I wanted to head over there, be by Blaine’s side if he needed me. Grey didn’t suggest it. In fact, he didn’t text again while I took to pacing across our living room.

“What the fuck should I do?” I asked Haley, swiping my screen to life every time it blackened out while I strode one way then the other, chewing on my fingernails.

She’d turned on a new station and watched the same video recording over and over while the broadcasters speculated on what went down and why.

There were reports of Quell’s second wife being treated for a miscarriage at the hospital. Rumors she’d disappeared in a private jet. Guns had supposedly been stockpiled. Over a dozen people had been taken into custody.

“If Blaine wants you there, he’ll call you.”

I took to nibbling on the inside of my lip. “What if he doesn’t?” I whispered, swiping my finger over the cell’s black screen.

Nothing.

Swallowing hard didn’t ease the tightness in my throat and chest.

“Imagine what he’s going through right now. How badly his sister’s mental health is occupying his mind.”

I had told him to be strong for her… He would put his needs aside to comfort her without doubt.

I sank onto the edge of the couch, my knee bouncing. “I’m going to text him.”

Me: I know you’re being brave for Sarah right now, and I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you. Tonight, tomorrow, next week…whenever you need me.

His reply came through almost immediately.

Mr. Yummy: I love you.

A sob choked out of me. Love you too—so damn much.

Mr. Yummy: The emotions over here right now are out of control. While I want you here with me so much it hurts, Sarah’s my focus right now.

Exactly as Haley had stated, the smart-assed bitch.

Me: Please allow Grey to help carry your burdens. Don’t feel as though you have to handle everything on your own. Emotions included.

Mr. Yummy: I will. Promise.

A shuddered sigh fled my lungs, and I sank back into the couch, handing over my cell to Haley to catch up so I wouldn’t have to speak.

She didn’t say anything, and I took back up my station on her thigh, staring at the TV, desperate for any bit of news I could get.

* * *

Three agonizing days passed.

Work sucked.

I didn’t get to see my two lovers, but we’d been texting on and off throughout our time apart—always in the group chat.

Both Blaine and Sarah had been sat down and questioned again by the FBI, dealt with follow-up and more bullshit.

I was clueless, but the media gained additional insight every hour that passed, it seemed.

Illegal guns had been found on the compound—thanks to Quell’s right hand man spilling his guts in hopes of leniency. An inside leak had informed the press, and the shit hit the fan.

Child molestation and rape.

Physical abuse.

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