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“Fucked like bunnies,” Kyrian says, from the passenger seat, not turning around.
We’re resting Sawyer, trying to see how he feels about sharing.
Color rises to his cheeks. “I see.”
Nothing more than that.
I wonder what our Uber driver is making of this.
“I doubt that you see,” I say. “We hadn’t planned on it. After rescuing her from her boss?—”
He tenses. “Rescuing her? What happened?”
I squeeze his trembling hand. “Everything’s fine. Her boss is a dick, so we told him to go fuck himself, and offered her a job at the Alpha Bet.”
“You what? Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. Why, don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
A huge smile spreads over his handsome face. “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s an amazing idea.”
“Glad you approve,” I chuckle. “She loves dancing, and it’s a cage dancing job. Archer already cleared it with the bar owner.”
“What if she doesn’t always want to be a dancer at a bar or club?”
“Then she has to talk to us,” I say softly. “Tell us what she really wants, so we can help her get it. Talking is important in relationships.”
Sawyer hangs his head. “I… I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. That was a mistake.”
“No, don’t you dare start beating yourself up over this. We’re in this together.” I pull his hand to my thigh, pat it. “We’re all learning as we go along, right, Ky?”
“Why the hell are you asking me in particular?” Kyrian grunts.
“No reason.” I wink at Sawyer. His smile makes a comeback, but it’s faint. “Just saying. Ah, here we are.” The car stops and we all pile out of the car. I recapture Sawyer’s hand in mine when he looks like he’s thinking about bolting. “Welcome to our home.”
40
SAWYER
They made me an offer.
A serious offer.
But when they see the numbers, when they hear what I owe my parents… won’t they run for the hills? In this, my parents were right: choosing a rich pack would mean I’d never have to worry about finances.
I wouldn’t be happy, though. People matter more than career dreams, don’t they?
Losing the Book Café would be like losing a limb.
Stop panicking.
Roman’s hand is strong and warm around my cold fingers. His scent is comforting and exciting as he hauls me closer to him. The two alphas flank us, gazes intense.
“All right?” Archer asks, and it soothes me that he checks.
“Yeah. Are you gonna give me a tour of your apartment, or what?”
“Something like that. A glimpse into our life together. Have a coffee, relax in our living room.”
