“The names on his arm—” I said.
“They’re all her,” Leah finished. “I figured that out. It’s incredibly romantic.”
It was. Holy hell it was. I wanted to be a name. I wanted Averly written right there at the bottom. I realized then what Leah had meant.
“He deserves to be with his Lena,” I finally admitted, even if it wasn’t me. The mere thought of that made tears well in my eyes.
This man fought to find her in every life, married her, and then watched her die over and over again. I wouldn’t come between that.
Leah nodded, reaching out to grasp my hand.
“So I’m guessing you and Jason broke up again?” I queried. If she was goo-goo eyed at Brayden, it probably meant she was single.
Leah gave a soft chuckle. “We lasted one night. He got like five texts from all these different girls. I’m over him.”
Yeah. Especially now that she knew she had some soulmate waiting for her.
“But do you know the best part of all of this is?”
I squeezed her hand and looked up at my dearest friend, so grateful for her comfort and presence right now.
“What?”
“You and I are freaking sisters!Realsisters,” she shouted, and then tackled me, pushing me backward on the bed and causing a peal of laughter to rip out of me.
There was a knock at the door and then it opened. Maddy popped her head in to see Leah tackle-hugging me. “Feeling a little left out of this love session,” Maddy admitted and I grinned.
“Get over here.” I patted the bed and Maddy chuckled.
“I’m totally kidding, I don’t hug. I came to tell you that Brayden just called you out of work again. I told him not to but—”
I was off the bed and halfway across the room before she finished her sentence. She stumbled backward out of my way as I peeled down the hallway.
“Brayden!” I shouted, entering the living room to find him frozen by the kitchen holding his phone in his hand.
“You possessive alpha bastard!” I roared, feeling the anger of every woman who had ever been controlled by a man welling up inside of me.
Brayden gave me a halfcocked smile. “Are you sure you’re not my Lena?”
That made my heart flutter and my thoughts went fuzzy for a moment.
“She’s called me worse,” he added.
“Don’t call me out of work!” I snapped.
He looked guilty. “You were sleeping. You clearly need more rest. I thought with Leah being newly changed—”
“Oh, cut the crap, you hate my job.” I crossed my arms and pinned him with a glare.
He shrugged. “Nothing against selling beers in tiny shorts, but I can’t be everywhere at once. I can’t be here protecting Leah and across town protecting you.”
The selling beers in tiny shorts comment made me see red. Reaching over, I snatched his cell phone from his hand and dialed the last number he called.
“Rusty Spoon, this is—”
“Clara, I’m feeling better, I’ll be at work,” I told her, looking Brayden in his now glowing yellow eyes.
“Okay, see you soon, babe,” Clara responded, and we both hung up.
