Page 62 of Rejected Broken Mate

I frowned, knowing there was more to the story. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

He shook his head. "There is nothing more to say, Laura. I know he's just having a hard time understanding."

"I'm sorry. I put us in a shit situation." I run a hand over my face. "If I had just told him, maybe things would be different."

Miles tilted his head. "What do you want?"

I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Miles raised an eyebrow. "What do you want out of this? Setting aside how Michael feels, what do you want?"

I froze. I never set Michael aside. He was a huge part of everything. "That's not possible."

Miles made a face. "Laura, just because you're a mom doesn't mean you don't get an opinion."

"I'm not saying I don't, but when you become a mom, my decisions don't just affect me. They affect him, too. And clearly, look at what's happened."

Miles waved a hand. "Set that aside for just a second and think about what you want." He frowned. "Do you even want me around, or is it just for him?"

"What?"

"I mean….do you want anything to happen between us because if you don't, then maybe we are going at this the wrong way. If you don't see anything between us…"

I didn't want him to finish the sentence. "Please stop," I said, placing my hand down.

"I do want something," I admit. "I don't know exactly where we stand, but I do want this." I waved a hand between us. "As messy as it is."

His eyes sparkled, and I suddenly realized that Michael had gotten Miles's look. He rounded the desk and pulled me into a soft kiss. He smiled, "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

I blushed. "What about Michael? Just because I want this doesn't mean that's how it will happen."

"I can win him over," he said. "It will take time, but I'm sure I can."

I felt like maybe things were going to be okay and that we could figure this out. Miles leaned to kiss me again when the bell started to ring, and we both froze.

My stomach dipped, and Miles pulled back. We rounded the desk, hurrying out towards the fire trucks. Lucas was already gearing up with Wesley next to him.

"Where?" Miles asked, grabbing his gear and stepping into it. He hoisted the suit up and over his shoulders.

"Museum," Lucas said, his suit already on as he grabbed his helmet.

My stomach sank, and my entire body stiffened. My mind went blank, and I couldn't breathe.

"Aren't there kids doing field trips there today?" Miles asked, grabbing his helmet. He looked at me and froze. "Laura?"

I pulled a hand up, shaking my head; tears built up. The words got caught in my throat. I now knew why my stomach was so off this morning. It sensed something was going to happen.

"Laura," Miles reached out, taking my shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Michael is there. He has a field trip," I said in a whisper.

I watched horror fill Mile’s eyes, and the guys moved even faster. My heart was beating quickly, and I swallowed. He was fine, right. He had to be fine. I looked at Miles. "You can feel him, can't you? Is he okay? Is he panicked?"

Miles shook his head. "I'm not close enough to him. I can't tell."

Tears broke free as I watched them all hurry onto the truck. Miles grabbed my shoulders. "Laura, breathe. You have to remain calm."

I took slow breaths, trying to calm myself. Miles hooked my arm and hoisted me up onto the truck.

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