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“No, we don’t. But we’re real. Remember that.”
Before he could judge me even more, I went to the bow and laid down on the bed like absolutely nothing happened, and I’d been right here the whole time. I never meant to hurt anyone.
My feelings for Cruz, all of them, were separate from anything to do with Dias or this job.
We all needed to remember that.
The boat jerked as it pulled away from the dock, and I peeked back up to Dias. He hadn’t moved but waved as we pulled away with the plate in his free hand. I’d carefully written my number in jelly while we were talking. Hopefully, it hadn’t smeared.
Then again, if it had, he’d find a way to contact me. Either way, the ball was in his court. His move.
The question was what I wanted that to be.
CHAPTER 15
Cruz
I’ve been shot, stabbed, and hit by a car.
None of those hurt as much as watching Emilia rise up to kiss Dias. Each of their touches was a lash on my back. They were far enough away that I didn’t have to hide my reactions. Then I caught Derek’s grimace and knew I wasn’t the only one suffering.
I had no right.
Neither did he.
She was doing her job painfully well.
Dias was falling for her just as quickly as I was.
And Derek.
And Javier and Marco.
Fuck.
We knew the rules going into this. We knew she was off limits in every way. She was a pack princess. Sure, she wasn’t a blushing breeder like most women, but she was valuable to the Alpha. He knew her. He gave her orders.
She was a star, and we were so far on the outskirts of the Pack that one of his lower-level men was in charge of our communication. The four of us were nothing compared to her.
Plus, she was here to seduce another man. Her entire purpose was to get him to fall for her, trust her, and bring her into his world.
Of course, she was going to touch and kiss him.
She would do more, too.
The thought made me physically ill.
Him touching her. Taking her.
She didn’t belong with someone like him either.
None of us deserved Emilia’s fire and spirit. She didn’t belong in our world or in this twisted mess.
“You shouldn’t have said anything,” Derek spoke calmly as we cruised back up the harbor toward our home.
“I know.”
“She’s doing her job.”
