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Tyler seems to think it’s the latter, because he puts a hand on Zane’s shoulder. “Zane.”
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Zane hisses and shoves Tyler’s hand off him.
“Ty,” Asher mutters, “stay back. Give him some space.” Asher gets between us and Zane and crouches down. “Deep breaths, Z-man.”
“Dammit, fucker, I remember… stuff. From back then.” A faint groan works its way up his throat.
“It’s okay. You’re here with us. Stay here, Zane.”
“I fucking hate this.”
“I know. Breathe.”
“I’m good,” he says but sounds pretty damn winded. “’S okay.”
Tyler looks definitely murderous now. He starts pacing the length of the living room, cursing under his breath.
I lean forward. “If he remembers something else, we should—”
“Not now, Dylan,” Asher bites out, and I lift my hands in surrender. “The fuck.”
“You’re right. Sorry.”
“I’m calling Dakota,” Tyler says, pulling out his phone and dialing. “And don’t tell me not to, all of you. If you were lost in a nightmare, don’t tell me you wouldn’t need your girl beside you.”
And none of us deny it, because he’s right.
Chapter Seventeen
Tessa
I rummage in my purse for my apartment key and frown when I hear voices from behind the door. Familiar voices—Tyler, I think. And Audrey.
She didn’t tell me she was coming over tonight.
It’s been a long day at work, lots of paperwork to work through, lots of financial matters to settle, and most tiring of all is the tension running through me when I think of the talk I want to have with Mason about my job.
If I get to keep it once I’ve set my terms.
If I want to keep it. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an interesting job and I enjoy working with Mason. He offered me this job without really knowing me, banking on my interest in social work and archaeology. I mediate between communities and authorities through his organization to make sure any archaeological digs, and more recently environmental projects, too, benefit the people living in the areas where the project takes place.
But let’s not forget it’s my first job. It’s not like I have a baseline to check whether I’d like another job more.
Maybe a job that takes up less of my time and energy and allows me to spend afternoons and weekends with my guy and his brothers would be a better fit.
With more time for walks in the park. For the movies. For wild, hot sex.
Time to allow for a family of our own someday to add to the one we already have. I feel like I have two sons already, but what if Dylan and I had a baby? What if…?
I shove the key into the lock, open the door to the apartment. God, I want it. Although I told Audrey I don’t want to put pressure on Dylan, I’d love to have his babies.
But first of all I need to talk to him, mend this thing between us, before—
I stop in my tracks.
“Tess.” Audrey turns around, hands clasped together, her green eyes huge.
“What’s going on?” I see Tyler and Erin, but… “Where’s Dylan? Did something happen to him?”
