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I frown. “In the snow?”
“The road’s plowed fine. I’ve just been restless all night.” He winces. “Not that I minded. I promise I didn’t.”
“I know,” I say softly, sipping my coffee. “Do whatever you need. Just bring a weapon, please.”
“Always.” With that, he disappears, leaving his coffee abandoned on the counter.
With a sigh, I head to the sunroom. I drink my coffee, looking over the front yard. My gaze snags on Rhett, and I watch him walk down the driveway.
He’ll be fine. He always is.
“There you are.” Wren’s sweet voice fills my whole body with warmth.
She’s still in Elliot’s T-shirt, but this time she’s wearing panties. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a chance to steal the ones she packed with her, or the ones we bought for her.
Regrettable.
“Missed me so much you just had to come find me?” I hold out my arm to her, and she settles into my lap.
We both watch Rhett together as he breaks into a jog. “Is he okay?”
My heart aches. “He hasn’t been okay in a long time, princess. But he’s...getting better.”
Frowning, she runs a hand through my hair. “And you? After last night?”
I swallow and look away. There’s a time and a place to open up to someone. Even then, it has to be the right person. And while I can’t help but think that Wren might be that right person, it’s definitely at a terribly wrong time.
Maybe if we didn’t live lives that could potentially put her in danger.
Maybe if she didn’t keep looking at us like she’s afraid we’re going to break her heart.
Maybe if we could guarantee that we could keep her safe—physically and emotionally.
But those are all just wishes. Dreams. The reality is that, at the end of the night, we’re going to have to let her go—even though none of us want to.
She tilts her head, watching me, and I wonder what’s going on in her head. What does she want? What fears are holding her back?
It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t work, anyway.
“Oliver?”
Right. She asked me a question.
“I’ll be fine, princess. We made it back safe, and your ex got what he deserved. Now, what do you want for breakfast? Eggs? Cereal? Waffles?”
She perks up. “Waffles, please.”
“Then waffles you shall get.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
WREN
WE SPEND the day just existing together.
None of them will do more than kiss me, saying they don’t want to make me too sore. It’s sweet, but every goddamned thing they do turns me on, so it leaves me squirming with want.
Elliot wakes up some time before lunch, and we spend our afternoon hanging out in the living room—reading, playing games, completely normal stuff.
