Laced her to both these men in a way that had she been standing, would have driven her to her knees. At the same time, her connection to Galen glittered between them. The tension between them rose, tautened so much she felt pulled by a pretty leash. But there’s more.” Jack leaned closer, his scent drawing her to lean in, taking Galen with her. Galen put his hand on top of hers in a gesture, an underline to say she was already taken. His gaze locked with Jack’s as they stared each other down. He sat there, very, preternaturally still for so long she began to wonder if she could see him breathing. “ I’m her mate.” Galen didn’t raise his voice, didn’t get up. Challenge hung in the air, but it sharpened into expectation. I don’t know how else to say this.” He looked to Galen and she turned her head to see. That’s who I am and what I mean to your life. That’s why you can’t stop and neither can I. “Sweetheart, there’s no easy way to bring this up as we sit here at the table you share with your husband and all.” He looked to Galen for a moment and then back to her. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you or why the way you smell makes me sort of forget what I was saying.” Whoops, tequila setting in. I don’t know who you are or what you mean to me or my life. “Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I’m nervous.
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