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I can’t breathe. Turning to him, I just gape. How do I explain this?

“You’re thinking about Jo, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“You’re thinking about Jo, and you’re realizing that Phoebe means as much to you as she did.”

Swallowing, I lean forward and rest my weight on the table. “Fuck me.”

“What the hell is going on?” Kannon asks.

“No, I can’t. It’s not possible. I can’t be falling in fucking love with her,” I mutter. “How the fuck did this happen?”

“Who’s Joanna?” Zep asks.

Capone nods at me. “No one we need to worry about right now. Let’s make a plan. No one gets toPhoebe.”

Well, this is a turn I didn’t expect, but at least I have the support of my brothers.

Chapter Fifteen

Pacino

It didn’t take long for us to make a plan, and I need to do something before I go back to the bakery and take Phoebe home. There’s a lot we have to discuss still, but everything’s different now.

“Hey you,” Queenie says when I walk into Velvet Desire. “I was hoping you’d stop by. I can get a room ready—”

“We need to talk,” I say.

She purses her lips, but I can tell it’s hiding a smile as she nods. Leading me into the office, she sits on the desk while I lean against the door.

“Sunshine has you by the balls, doesn’t she?”

It’s not meant offensively. “Yellow Crayon.”

“Pardon?”

“I call her Yellow Crayon. And yes, she does. Unless I fuck things up with her.”

Standing, she walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek. “I’m happy for you, Pacino. Really, I am.”

It’s the end of an era. And this feels so fucking weird.

“Tell Capone and Kannon you need them to help you out. They will.”

“That obvious?”

I smile and nod. “You think I can’t smell arousal? Especially with you?”

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Pacino,” she says, moving to plop down in the chair. “I’ve never experienced this before. How do you go so long without getting fucked?”

“Do you love him?”

Her gaze becomes watery, and she just nods.

“You’ll find a way to get through it. Talk to his doctors. Talk to him. If his libido isn’t getting him hard, it doesn’t mean he can’t help you out. You don’t need a cock to get off.”

“That doesn’t make me selfish?”