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Koa cracks his knuckles. Dane smiles.

“Now?”

He claps me on the shoulder.

“You get out of the fucking sin bin.”

Chapter 29

Mitchell

I start with roses.

Not twelve.

That feels inadequate.

Not a hundred.

That feels like I'm trying to compensate for emotional incompetence with a florist's entire inventory.

Twenty-nine.

One for every day that’s passed since we made that fucking deal.

One for every day I should've told her the truth.

The card says I owe you Day Thirty.

She doesn’t answer.

That’s fine.

Next, I send her pastries. Something she actually likes.

Two dozen cannoli from Mama Paola. And I send them with a note.

Still an ‘arsehole’ according to the boys. But I’m on working on it. I miss you, Firecracker.

-Mitchell

Still nothing.

Next, it's books. Shifter romances, to be precise.

Because apparently that's a thing I know about now.

I blame the Rovers' wives.

More specifically, I blame the night I walked into my library and discovered Layla surrounded by women debating the logistics of supernatural anatomy with the seriousness of a fucking medical conference.

She'd laughed that night.

Really laughed.

Head tipped back. Hazel eyes sparkling. Completely at ease in my house.

The memory fucking hurts.