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They’re ready to deal with me—my crazy and all—and still love me for it.
“Okay.” I nod my head. “Wait. Luna!”
“Shit, Bunny,” Shepherd says. “You really were ready to leave us, weren’t you?”
I don’t answer, too filled with guilt over the answer.
“Doesn’t matter,” Saint brushes it off. “We’d have hunted you down and dragged you back. We meant what we said. We’d keep you locked up if you ever tried to leave us.”
“But I just did.”
“Yeah. But that was because you were driven by a misunderstanding. Not because you actually wanted to. We’ll let this one slide,” Shepherd teases before jogging over to grab Luna from the truck.
“Well. Not completely," Maverick corrects. “You doubted our love for you.” My heart fucking shatters. God, I’m really the worst. “And we don’t blame you for it. But because you didn’t come talk to us first, you’re going to need to be punished.”
The heat in his eyes tells me it’s not the kind of punishment that I’m going to hate.
“But not right now. Right now, we’re getting you back to bed.”
“Sorry about everything, Cove,” Ren calls out as Maverick lifts me into his arms and starts walking us back to the house. “Hope we can hang out soon! I would love to get to know you. With all this big dick energy, I’m sure you need some more girlfriends.”
“Stay away from my woman!” Saint shouts.
“You’re just worried she’s going to like me more than you!”
“In your fucking dreams,” he scoffs.
And now I feel like a bitch because Ren seems really nice. “What was she doing here anyway?” Family or not, it’s the middle of the night.
“She just got back from a trip in Europe and wanted to catch up,” Maverick says.
“Couldn’t she have done that during the daytime?” I mutter, as if I have any right to be upset after all the chaos I caused tonight.
“We asked her the same thing, trust me,” Shepherd comments. “But Maverick is too nice to send her away.”
“She’s like a little sister to us. Those big blue eyes are how she gets what she wants,” he sighs.
“Reminds me of someone else we know,” Saint chuckles.
My whole face heats.
“Lies,” I mutter.
“Mmmmmm,” he hums.
They take me back upstairs and tuck me into bed.
“I’m really sorry about tonight,” I whisper as Maverick climbs into bed next to me, pulling me onto his chest.
“Don’t be.” He kisses the top of my head.
“We do need to talk about how you’re feeling, though,” Saint states. “Because we want to work with you, not brush it under the rug.”
I don’t know what to say, too overcome by my emotions to answer him.
How could I ever doubt them? Even if it was for a second.
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