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“I have,” I said.

“But not werewolves.”

“Well, one werewolf.”

“But not knotting?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“If that was all it took, if I only needed to let another man knot me, I wish I would have known that,” I muttered.

“Knot you while you’re in heat,” he said. “In wolf form, while you’re in human form.”

I blushed. “That was…”

“I mean, I think it was hot,” he said. “Would you ever want to do it again?”

I let out a guffaw, but heat was spilling all through my body.

“Okay, so, that’s crazy,” he said.

“One thing at a time, Vincent,” I whispered.

His eye caught mine. There was a wicked glint there. “Well, then.”

“Maybe it’s not you at all,” I said. “Maybe it’s me.”

“Sure,” he said, taking a bite of his breakfast and chewing. He swallowed. “Yeah, kind of a jackass thing for me to take credit for it.”

“I feel like I came here because I wanted closure, and I finally got it, and the closure is closing the door on Damian, and I’m, you know, relieved.”

He nodded. “I bet you are. That makes sense, actually.”

There was a loud banging noise.

Vincent and I both turned, and there was Damian, on the street, peering at us through the storefront windows. He banged on the glass again.

“Great,” I said, sighing.

“Should I let him in?” said Vincent.

“You know, it’s my building, and I’m going to get rid of him,” I said.

“Right,” said Vincent. “It is your building. Also, you can totally take care of yourself.”

I went over to the door and opened it a crack. “Damian, this isn’t a good time,” I said.

“Omega,” he barked. “Let me in.”

The bark went through me like violence, and I had to obey. Usually, Damian didn’t need to bark to get me to do what he wanted. I liked obeying him, at least I used to, because we were so in sync with each other.

But now I wondered about that as I held the door open for him without any choice and he pushed past me to stalk over to Vincent. Had we been in sync with each other? Or had I simply been in sync with him? Maybe I’d been very good at making myself small so that he could take up all the space.

Vincent was getting to his feet, holding his coffee out in front of him between himself and his brother. “Damian, if you’ve known about this for weeks, you could have come to me.”

Damian rushed over to him and put a finger in his face. “You’ve never cared about anyone except yourself, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.”

I stared out the open door. “Damian, no one invited you in.”

“Close the door, omega,” Damian ordered.