“I want the pack I know here,” I say, biting my lip. “But I’m scared that we’ll go back and just end up in the same cycle. Like we’ll fall back into the same pattern of behavior, and it’ll ruin me, Jess. It’ll ruin all of us.”
“Then that’s the question you need to really answer,” she says. “Do you trust them enough to take the chance?”
There it is. And I don’t know the answer, not enough to be one hundred percent confident.
“Nothing is certain, Si,” Jess says softly. “But I think they’re genuine.”
Wow. My eyes fly up in shock, and she laughs.
“I mean, I’m not gonna tell them that,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I have far too much fun ribbing them. And I don’t think they’ve crawlednearlyenough yet. But I do believe they’re sorry, and they’ve taken their heads out of their asses long enough to focus on you.”
Sitting back in the chair, I blow out a breath. “I need to talk to them,” I admit. “I can’t… I can’t make this decision on my own.”
She waves her hand. “Go on. I need to find Mr. Grumpy and have a few words.”
“What about you, though? Where’s your head?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I mean, I don’t really have a family to go back to. Only Monty. But he’s getting older, and honestly, I’ve been helping him more than the other way around lately.”
She twists her hands, worry for the old man who basically raised her after her parents died bleeding through.
And she left him for me.
“I’d say you do have family to go back to,” I say quietly. “And maybe you should tell Emmett that. He could always come with us, Jess.”
Her face twists in uncertainty. “I don’t think he will.”
“Have you asked him?”
Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
“Think about it,” I urge, getting up. “Because I think he’s somewhere up here panicking that you’re gonna leave him, Jess. Go talk to him.”
I need to have the first of many conversations with my pack.
37
GRAY
Logan knocks my knee with his under the table. “What do you think? About going back?”
I hesitate. “I… I don’t know, Lo.”
I really don’t. My thoughts are all over the place, worry about Sienna, worry about Logan, about how we fill in the deep as fuck cracks in our relationship. It’s hard enough here, but with the eyes of Navarre on us?
I’m saved from answering by soft footsteps. Everyone straightens when Sienna appears, and she offers a small smile to David. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I have some time with my pack, please?”
My pack.
God, those words sound good coming from her lips.
David gets up immediately. “Of course. Is there somewhere I can rest? It was a long few days.”
Tristan gets up. “We’re staying out back. I’ll show you.”
“Thanks.” He turns to Sienna. “I’m glad that you’re safe, Sienna. And give them hell.”
Sienna’s lip twitches. “I intend to.”
