He flashes me a brilliant grin, then holds up the takeout bag. “I brought sushi. A ton.”
My eyes widen, and he laughs.
“That’s my girl. Come on, let’s go inside and have dinner.”
But I stay rooted in place, frozen with uncertainty.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly.
“I promise you, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he says, his leather scent blooming around me. “Especially if you let me inside.”
I want to argue with him.Of courseI have reasons to be sorry.
Running off without an explanation, pushing him and his packmates away for no reason other than the imagined scenarios in my mind.
I roll my eyes weakly. “Fine,” I grumble. “But only if it’s alotof sushi.”
“I have two salmon rolls, an avocado roll, and a scallop hand roll. And that’s just for you. We also have some shrimp tempura to share.”
My stomach roars. It’s not a growl; it’s something a dinosaur would make, loud enough for Fang to raise his eyebrows.
“Sushi it is, then,” he laughs, and my face flames in embarrassment.
24
FANG
The sushi is setup all along her coffee table.
It’s social media worthy, and I chuckle as she takes a picture with her phone, documenting it to send to Blair and Piper.
Her eyes are still glassy, her nose still puffy and red, but she’s smiling, at least.
When Ivan messaged me, my fucking heart sank in my chest.
Maeve’s sensitive, but it’s not a weakness.
It’s a kindness, a goodness that the world needs.
I intend to make her see that, even if it means I bribe her with sushi every day for the rest of my life.
“They’re going to be so jealous,” she murmurs. “This is the best, and my favorite sushi spot in Luna County.”
“Oh, I’m aware. Avery told me.”
“Wait.” She blinks. “Avery?”
We’re both settled on her couch, her farther from me than I’d like, but close enough that I’ll deal with it.
“Oh, yeah. We had a talk.”
Her amber eyes almost bug out of her head, and it would be comical if sadness wasn’t still stained across her face. “You talked to my brother?”
“You’re damn right I did.”
“About me?” she looks like she might hyperventilate, and I reach out and pat her knee gently.
“Yes, babe. About you. About us.”
