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“I’m not pining over anyone,” I snap, exasperated and hating all the lying, because dammit, yes, I’ve been pining over them since I first met them.
“Figures,” June sighs. “All the handsome ones are taken. I won’t get between Sawyer and the pack he’s in love with.”
Okay, fine. This time, I don’t bother correcting her. After all, she’s right, it’s true. I’m not pining. I’m head over heels.
And June was right. They’re opening the café door and walking in.
Right toward me.
38
SAWYER
“Don’t worry,” Roman says, “we’re not here for you.”
I feel as if he’s slapped me. Heat seeps into my cheeks, burning. “Right. Of course not.”
“Hey, that’s rude,” June says and I turn around and walk to the bar, giving them my back. If the pack want to talk, I’d rather not do it where the girls can hear us. Or see my face right now.
The men follow me there but don’t sit on the stools. They remain standing, and I am forced to turn back around and face them.
“So what do you want?” I ask, willing my voice not to shake.
“We’re looking for Brinlee,” Roman says. “Have you seen her?”
“No, why? Did something happen?”
“A misunderstanding, we think,” Archer replies.
My hands start to tremble. “A misunderstanding. Is she all right?”
“Yeah. We think so.” Roman frowns at me. “Sawyer… is everything okay?”
“Sure. “
“You don’t look okay.”
“I’m fucking fine, so quit asking.” I swallow a lump stuck in my throat. “You didn’t come here for… for me, so…”
“Hey.” Archer lifts his hands. “Brinlee told us you were meeting with another pack. We don’t want to get in your way.”
Fuck, she did? Now they’re all watching me intently, and Roman has his mouth open as if he was about to say something else.
A silence spreads.
“Right.” I lick my dry lips. “Right, I was. I did. Meet the pack, that is. But I haven’t seen Brinlee since yesterday morning. I told her about meeting this pack, you see. And having to choose a pack by next week. I think…” My voice has grown faint. I feel faint. I clear my throat. “I think I’ve hurt her. I know I have. It was never my intention. Jesus…”
They’ve all stepped closer, brows drawn together in dark frowns.
“It seems you’ve made up your mind,” Kyrian says.
“I… yeah, I… Fuck…”
“So you’ve met with this pack and, what? Are they better than us?”
“Shut up, Kyrian.” Archer steps even closer, looking down at me, and I can’t breathe. “How did the meeting go?”
“B…bad,” I manage.
