Dad sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face earlier than his gaze settles on mine. “You get these assholes?”

“At the very least three of ’em.” In the event that they hadn’t shot Grey, I rattling positive would’ve taken out extra.

Dad nods. “That’s assured to piss ’em off.”

“Good. It’s what I do finest.” Proper now, my fingers itch to go fuck up some shit, particularly just a few extra Cranium Crushers, however the look on my father’s face says that he received’t authorize it. Not tonight.

“Quickly,” he guarantees earlier than having a fast phrase with Grey.

I stick with Grey, misplaced in my ideas as he drifts out and in of sleep. I look ahead to Ivy to return. Ultimately, she’ll present up right here at his facet.

It’s the place she belongs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Ivy

Grey or Stone. Stone or Grey. These two males. These two names. They bounce round in my mind on a fucking loop. I can’t quiet it, it doesn’t matter what I do.

So, I do the whole lot I can to cease obsessing over my two closest mates on the earth. I run across the ranch, despite the fact that I’m not a runner. I assist muck out stalls, feed animals, unload booze, and even wash bikes. Something and the whole lot that occupies my thoughts that can permit me to do one thing aside from take into consideration Grey and Stone.

The fucked up factor of it’s that I do know what I would like. I believe I’ve at all times identified, however I by no means let myself assume it or imagine it. For the previous few years, it’s been simple to overlook about Stone. However now that the choice is staring me proper within the face, I can’t cease fascinated by him. “Fuck.”

Maggie laughs loudly, the sound pulling me from my exhausting ideas. “That dangerous, huh?”

I blink to clear the fogginess in my thoughts. It’s late afternoon, and we’re in Maggie’s kitchen, indulging in a bottle—okay, two bottles—of wine to drink away my issues.

“What’s that dangerous?” I ask innocently.

Maggie laughs once more and pulls a recent bottle of crimson from the fridge. “We’re upgrading to crimson at three within the afternoon, and I do know there’s a purpose. A giant, horny, blond purpose. Spill.”

My lips tingle simply fascinated by Stone, however I preserve that to myself. Grey’s been nothing however good to me. Supportive and loving. I’d be an asshole to fantasize about another person, to consider leaving him. Wouldn’t I?

“Actually, there’s nothing to spill. At the very least, I don’t assume there may be.”

Maggie scoffs. “Properly, that’s a giant load of bullshit.” She units the bottle on the desk between us earlier than retrieving recent glasses. She spares a fast smile for Freya earlier than turning again to me. Her lovely little lady is sleeping in her playpen.

Maggie searches the counter for the corkscrew. “My ex. The man I used to be with earlier than I met Nova. Properly, truly, he’s the rationale I met Nova, or somewhat his dying is.”

My eyes develop huge as she tells me all about her childhood finest good friend turned boyfriend. His identify was Demon, and her story unwinds like a fucking daytime cleaning soap. “So that you’re wifed up by one of many guys who killed your ex? That’s wild.”

Her lips tug into a smile. “I’m fairly positive Nova wasn’t there when Demon was taken out, however he did it to himself. He was so fucking cussed, and he refused to hear. Due to that, I virtually died, too. At the very least twice.”

“If that is alleged to persuade me to decide on my finest good friend, you’re doing a extremely shitty job.” I shake my head whereas she fills our glasses. “Okay, critically. What’s the purpose of that story? As a result of I’m not getting it.”

“My level,” she begins however stops to take a protracted, sluggish sip of the hearty crimson wine, “is that you realize what you need. Cease all of the overthinking since you assume there’s a proper reply or one which’s extra socially acceptable. There’s not.”

Is that what I’m doing? Attempting to determine the response that doesn’t make me the dangerous man? Yeah, that’s precisely what I’m doing. “Shit. You’re proper.”

“I do know.” She sighs, grabbing her glass as she sits again within the chair. “I knew who Demon was even after I bought with him. He was my finest good friend for a protracted fucking time. But, I noticed the way in which he was altering, and I nonetheless dove in headfirst anyway.”

“No offense, however it doesn’t sound prefer it was all that nice.” It sounds prefer it was a harmful and poisonous relationship.

“It wasn’t. However it was acquainted, and whenever you don’t have anybody else on the earth, you hold on to what and who you’ve got.” Maggie’s gaze shifts, and he or she appears to be like like she’s gone someplace else for a second earlier than she turns a tragic smile my means. “There was by no means a fucking probability that I wasn’t gonna shoot my shot with Demon. It was inevitable. He was totally different, despite the fact that he hardly resembled the man I grew up with. It was fucking inevitable.”

Inevitable. That feels like the right phrase to explain what I’m feeling, the pull I’ve—have at all times had—to Stone. “Dammit.”

“Yeah.” Maggie nods, and a realizing smile spreads slowly. “That shit hits onerous, doesn’t it?”

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