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“And Sawyer?” There’s a crack in her voice when she speaks my name, and though it stabs me, I relish the pain.
“I’m here for you,” I say, and anger flares in her eyes.
“Are you? For the night, I suppose, since next week you’ll be tying the knot with another pack. I told them, you know.”
“I know.” Heat is climbing my neck, an extra dose of it, making me dizzy. “You did the right thing.”
“I don’t need your approval.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
She swallows hard, frowning. Then she turns her gaze to the others. “My question remains: why are you all here?”
“Because.” I hesitate. “I’m not tying the knot with any other pack, Brin. I was made an offer by the McGraw Pack, and I want to take it.”
Her mouth moves silently, as if she’s repeating my words, trying to make sense of them. “The McGraw Pack?” she finally says.
“That’s right.” Archer grins, parking his ass against his desk, folding his arms over his chest. “We made Sawyer an offer to join our pack, and he’s thinking about it.”
“I see…” Color is rising to her cheeks, and her eyes… too many emotions are flitting through them. “Good. Good for you. All of you. I… I have to get ready for work. If the job offer still stands.”
Without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel to go, and we all start after her.
“Brin,” I say. I’m the closest, and I touch her arm.
She jerks away, and fear claws at me. Does she hate me now? But her face is set, eyes still too shiny. “Good for you, Sawyer. I’m glad, I really am.”
“You don’t understand,” I whisper.
“Enlighten me.”
Yeah, she’s hurt, and she thinks… She thinks they chose me over her. And that I chose them over her, too.
“I’m going to accept the offer,” I say softly, “if you accept as well.”
“Accept? Accept what?” Her breathing is coming fast. “What are you talking about?”
“If you accept their offer, too.”
Her eyes go round. “But…”
It’s not fair to the pack. I know it. I see the way Roman is looking at me, his gaze calculating. Kyrian’s gaze is narrow and slightly angry. He doesn’t like such surprises. Archer isn’t looking at me at all.
But it’s true, and it isn’t. If Brinlee doesn’t want to join us, I still want the McGraw Pack, and I hope they know it, too. But without Brinlee, it will be sad, and I have to make her see.
See how much we all want her.
“Brinlee,” Archer starts, “we wanted?—”
“You’re giving me a job, or a pack?” she whispers, and the anger in her gaze flares. “Make up your mind.”
Spitfire.
“How about both?” Kyrian grunts. “How about we want you safe, and we want you near, and we want both you and Sawyer to join us? Is that clear enough for you?”
“Hammer it home, why don’t you?” Roman mutters, looking half-amused, half-exasperated. “But yeah, in sum, that’s it.”
Archer is still watching her like a hawk. “That’s right. So what do you say, Brinlee? Wanna give us a chance?”
