Maybe . . . and if he didn’t have an outlet would he come to resent North?
North wished he understood the way this all worked better. His emotional capabilities were limited.
This was something he had to think about.
Hard.
2
Her sister was getting married.
Angie studied Keira as she smiled and giggled while the makeup artist worked on her. To her surprise, Zander had given Keira full control over this wedding. Letting her do whatever she liked as long as there was security in place.
Angie knew he loved and adored Keira.
But even she was shocked that he’d agreed to this.
This was lavish. She guessed he had plenty of money. You didn’t have a set-up like he did without some cash behind you.
But he didn’t really flash the cash.
That was something she liked about him. She didn’t trust people with all the right words, who liked to show off their wealth and power.
With Zander what you saw was definitely what you got.
He could be blunt and rude.
But she’d take his brand of honesty over lies and deceit any time.
“Can you believe I’m getting married?” Keira said after the makeup artist left.
“Nope,” Honey said as she lay on the couch in the hotel room. She tossed up a chocolate almond, catching it in her mouth.
They’d all come to Colorado Springs for the wedding.
“But that’s more to do with the fact that I can’t believe Zander is getting married. Never thought he’d find someone who’d be crazy enough to tie themselves to him.”
Honey was a member of Zander’s team. She was funny, deadly, and didn’t mince words.
Angie liked to think that she didn’t care what anyone thought of her, either. Like Honey.
But that wasn’t entirely true.
The toughness she displayed was a front. Inside . . . well, she was a bit of a mess.
She’d thought it would only take a few weeks to get over what had happened to her . . . two years later and she still sometimes spoke to her therapist.
It didn’t help that she felt like her life was going nowhere. She was stuck in a rut. Smothered and stifled.
Stop being ungrateful.
Zander and Keira opened up their home to you. They’ve protected you. Looked after you. And they would never let anyone hurt you or put you down.
Well, except for the hurt she inflicted on herself, but luckily no one could hear the mean voice in her head but her.
She should be happy.
Only problem was that she wasn’t entirely sure she knew what it felt like to be happy.
