“You haven’t told your brother?” Logan asks, surprised.
“Well, he knows about Ivan,” I stammer. “And you, kind of.”
Something like disappointment flickers in his eyes.
“Me, kind of,” he repeats softly, his face falling.
How did the conversation about moving in together suddenly get away from me?
Logan looks stricken, and I have the horrifying urge to backtrack.
“He’s the most important person in my life, besides the three of you,” I argue. “I was just finding the right time to tell him.”
Fang squeezes my shoulder, and Logan’s expression turns carefully neutral. “I understand,” he says, his blonde hair falling into his eyes while he plates breakfast.
Does he understand though? Or does he feel like an afterthought, or someone I’ve had to hide?
What if what if what if
“Hey,” Ivan says, noticing the tension in the room. “We’ll figure it out, alright? Sure, some of the circumstances are…interesting, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re in this together.”
Fang grumbles next to me. “Yeah, but if Avery has a problem with me…”
“He won’t,” I argue. “You guys are friends, right? He’ll understand. Look, can we just go back to talking about movinginto the packhouse together?” My voice raises pitch at the end of my question.
I don’t want any conflict, especially when it’s between the people I care about the most.
Logan sighs. “You’re right,” he murmurs. “I apologize, Maeve. I know all of this is on your terms.”
Fang plants a kiss to my hair. “Yeah. I’m sorry, too. I was being an asshole.”
I shrug and feign a smile. “It’s fine. Really.”
“Communication is key,” Ivan adds. “This is new for all of us, so we need to figure it out together.”
Once again, I’m grateful for Ivan, who always knows what to say.
“Ivan, I’m pretty sure you’re the most emotionally intelligent person in the room,” Fang observes.
“Which is why Maeve loves me,” Ivan replies easily.
If anyone notices the way my eyes widen at the worldlove, they don’t comment on it.
It’s true.
I do love Ivan, and not just because he’s my scent match.
He’s my best friend.
I don’t know if I’m in love with Fang or Logan yet.
They’re my scent matches, and I belong with them, but falling in love is something else entirely for me.
But I love theideaof falling in love with them.
Fang begins to purr, and I close my eyes, soothing myself with his chest vibrations.
It almost completely distracts me from the memory of the Logan’s disappointed look.
