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“No refunds.” I laugh softly.
“No refunds,” he agrees, laughing low and warm, before gently drawing me to my feet and leading me to his room.
Chapter 42
Bri
Ispend the entire drive to the convention trying not to smile like an idiot. It’s not working.
“So…” Saint says from the passenger seat, drawing the word out far longer than necessary.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “We are not talking about this.”
“Oh darling.” He laughs. “We absolutely are talking about this.”
I groan. The man has known me for approximately five minutes and somehow has mastered the art of sibling-level teasing.
“You had sex with him, didn’t you?” The tips of my ears go warm. Saint gasps dramatically, “Oh you absolutely did!”
“I am driving!”
“Oh, this is glorious.”
I laugh despite myself. “You’re insufferable.”
“So I’ve been told.” His grin softens. “Are you happy?”
The question catches me off guard—not because I don't know the answer, but because no one's ever asked me that before. I've never had anyone care enough to ask. Like my happiness is something worth checking on for its own sake. My mind drifts to waking up in Jax’s arms this morning. To having breakfast together, Jax stealing half my toast. The way he’d smiled at me when I’d left, kissing me softly, not caring who seen. The memory makes my heart flutter. “I think…” I say quietly, “I really like him.”
Saint snorts. “Bri.”
“What?”
“You’ve got the look.”
“What look?”
“The one people get when they’re absolutely gone.”
I roll my eyes. “I am not gone.”
“Brianna Wildblood, you offend me with this deception,” he sighs dramatically.
“Ok, maybe a little.”
“A little?”
I smile helplessly. “I might have fallen for him. Are you happy now?”
He reaches over and pats my shoulder, “I’m happy for you.” The words settle warmly in my chest. “So…”
“Nope. Don’t go there…”
“Was it good? Life altering…”
