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I’d managed to do that this time, fighting like hell to get my life back together and reunite with my guys with information in hand. Tilting my head, I kissed him one more time before we had to leave the bathroom and get back to business. At least that was my intention until Bodhi slid a hand along my jaw, deepening the kiss. I moaned into the kiss, and I’d started trying to figure out whether we could fuck in here when there was a firm knock on the door.

Bodhi groaned in protest as he moved down my neck with teasing kisses as I tried to form words. Sacha beat me to it.

“Ansel is getting Joe now, Nic, and I have something for you before you get started with him.”

Bodhi muttered some not-so-nice things about his boyfriend that had me chuckling as we broke apart. I didn’t try to straighten up because I knew that Sacha would love to see us like this, unlike his brother. Opening the door with an unrepentant grin, I found boss man standing there with a bag from Olive & Grove, Gabriel’s store. His dark eyes scanned me, then Bodhi, and his amusement was overshadowed by the warm happiness there as he held up the bag.

My brow furrowed until I looked inside and saw the neatly folded clothes. Immediately, I knew Sacha had been the one to pick everything out. He understood that clothes could be both armor and a weapon when needed. Maeve had ingrained that in me, and I’d be damned if the thought of Sacha knowing me so well didn’t make me tear up.Fuck pregnancy hormones.

Sacha didn’t say anything, probably knowing that I didn’t want to deal with it all right now. He just pressed a kiss to my forehead and told me to go get ready. I nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before heading upstairs to take a quick shower. I used the time and space to push off all the emotional crap that had been happening lately. I needed to focus, to harness everything life had taught me to confront the man that had made my life hell for so many years.

I dried off and stepped into the room only to pause. Vas was sitting on the messy bed, waiting for me. He was holding a small brown bag, looking uncharacteristically unsure.

“Vas?”

“Come here, Nic.” He spread his legs so I’d know where he wanted me.

Carefully watching him, I dropped the towel onto the floor and walked over. When I was close enough, he grabbed my ass, tugged me closer, and held up the bag.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

What was it with today? Both brothers were giving me gifts? Was I missing something? Sacha getting me clothes, I could understand, but Vas wasn’t a gift kind of guy. Giving him a curious look, I opened the bag. Vas’ rough hands ran up and down my back as he gave me a moment to get myself together.

Shaking hands pulled out the small glass bottle that was nestled inside, and I absently let the paper bag fall to the floor. I knew if I opened the bottle, it would smell the same as the one he had given me before. The familiar scents of coffee and vanilla hit me, followed by afternotes of oranges, pears, and jasmine. Tears filled my eyes at the sense of home that came over me.

“It’s around the same time it was last year when I gave you the first bottle.” Vas’ deep gravelly voice broke the tense silence. “Since the stalker took everything, I figured you might want another bottle, but I would have found a reason to give you more anyway. This is something that’s just for us, not because of what’s going on right now.”

Tears spilled over, and I swallowed hard a few times, damning Vas for tearing down what little walls I had managed to put back up. At the same time, though… he had remembered. Hell, even I barely remembered my birthday since I hadn’t celebrated in so long. As soon as Thomas came, I never got parties or even a card from my family. My friends would sometimes get me stuff, usually something small enough that I could hide it, but that was it. Vas, though… The gruff, rumbly grizzly bear remembered my birthday.

Gently, he took the bottle from my hard grip and pulled me into his lap, holding me close as I wrapped my arms around him. Neither of us tried for more. My heart was simply happy with his closeness and the sensation of him against me. This was one of the few times in my life where my mind didn’t jump to sex to avoid the emotions building inside me.

“Thank you,” I choked out.

“Anything for you, Nic. Anything.”

I buried my face in his neck, needing to breathe him in and ground myself in him as he possessively ran his hands along my skin. I felt at peace, with him and all the other people in my life. Was this happiness? Even with everything still up in the air, could I be happy? There was only one more thing that would help me today.

Breaking away from him, I leaned over and grabbed the bottle. “Help me get ready?”

Heat filled his gaze, and he nodded before he oh so carefully took his time covering my entire body with the oil. I centered myself with every inch of my body he claimed as his own, loving the way he kept this moment simple. After Vas was done, he stayed with me, watching me sort through what Sacha had given me.

Finally, something spoke to me—a short black dress with spaghetti straps. It hit mid-thigh and hugged every curve I had once I tugged it on. I brushed my hand down the dress to make sure there weren’t any rolls or lines around the underwear I had slid on. Inside the bag, there was also a pair of flats and stilettos. Smiling, I braced a hand on Vas’ shoulder and slid into the high heels, loving the way they made me feel.Powerful.

“Ready?”

I took a deep breath and let myself fully slip into that cold part of my brain that I would need to get through today.

“Yes. Let’s go say hello to my dear olddad.”

Vas

Saturday

It was like I could see her slip on the mask of the manipulative bitch that had walked into Twelve Tables the night we met outside of our client-and-call-girl arrangement. This time, it wasn’t aimed at me, which I was really happy with considering the sharpness of her smile when she grabbed the knife I’d given her so long ago from the bedside table. My arousal was a steady thrum from the moment her fingers grasped its hilt, and that only increased when she came over and held it out to me.

“Hold this for me, big guy? I might need it later, and it would ruin the look of my dress.”

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