The words Gabe whispered into my hair,“I want you to stay. With me.”
Simple. Honest. Heart seizing.
What if I stayed?
Would it ultimately ruin this?
Have I already ruined it?
Sleeping together could have…but I love the way he looks at me.
Greyson peeks over his shoulder at me, amusement and longing a glittering combo in his gaze.
My attachment grows. I want him, too.
And I never want him to feel the kind of rejection his ex made him feel again. Certainly not from me.
It makes thinking through this decision even harder.
Because what if they make me choose? That’s what comes next, right?
My metaphorical feet keeping pounding along that track, and I’m back at the start, ready for another lap.
At the Lodge, Gabe seems slightly disgruntled that I unbuckle myself, but his hands are at my waist to hoist me out of my seat.
I might like this kind of behavior from him.
The Kincaid brothers escort me inside and hover at my office door as if afraid to crowd me.
I brush my palms down the front of my sweater. “I’m just gonna write myself a list for the day before I figure out what I’m doing.”
Wow. The layers of meaning in that has me feeling awkward.
Greyson winks at me. “See you soon. With orders I’m assuming.”
I smile. “Probably.”
He nods, pats his brother on the shoulder, and disappears from sight.
Gabe lingers again, watching me intently.
Another shot of heat hits me, and he smirks again before backing away and closing my door behind him.
My heart kicks up. What if I stayed?
I round my desk and sit, making a list. I’m halfway through it, before I’m interrupted.
Adam walks in without knocking, but instead of teasing he studies me. He’s calm, steady—dominating the space with his mere presence.
“You handled yourself well last night. I wish I’d been the one to defend you.” He steps closer, and the concern in his green eyes is more evident. “To comfort you after.”
Sucking in a trembling breath, I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“She shouldn’t have ambushed you. Not like that.” He’s just out of reach, and I get the sudden urge to launch myself at him, but he pulls my chair free from my desk and kneels before me.
There’s something so vulnerable about having him like this, like he’s handing me the power.
It strikes me deep.
