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I stared at him. “Dating? Me? And both of you?”

Marek let out a sniffly laugh and he looked at Leon with such fondness, with such love.

Then he looked at me the same.

Oh.

My head was starting to spin. Tired, dizzy.

Fitch took my arm. “I think he needs to lie down.”

That was a really good idea.

“I think we should take him to hospital,” Marek said, concerned.

“No,” I said on reflex.

“Let’s get him back to our place,” Leon said. “We can have a doctor make a private house call?—”

“Or he could stay here,” Fitch said. “You know, because he lives here.”

“Fitch,” I murmured.

He sighed and studied my face. “You wanna go with them?”

I nodded. Because I really did. We needed to talk, about everything. But really, I just wanted to be with them. I needed them. I wanted to sleep in their bed. I wanted them to hold me, to comfort me.

To tell me I’d be okay.

Fitch nodded in return. “Yeah, okay. I get it.” Then he levelled a glare at Leon. “I’ll allow it. One more chance.”

Leon surprised me by smiling. “Thank you.”

“Look after him,” Fitch added. “Make sure he eats and drinks some electrolytes or something.”

“We will,” Marek said. He stood up and helped me to my feet. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you home.”

EIGHT

LEON

To sayI’d fucked up was a huge understatement.

To say I’d taken Marek for granted was also up there in the stupidest things I’d ever done.

I’d taken him, his love for me, and his complete understanding and trust, and shaken its foundations until it’d almost come crashing down around me.

I’d never doubted us. Not for one second. And I should have.

I should have treated him as if he was about to walk away, because he very nearly did.

All because I assumed to know what was best. I assumed to know how he felt. I assumed to think that we’d just go back to the old us the second Kylan was out of our lives.

Oh, how wrong I’d been.

The hole Kylan left in our lives, in our home, in our marriage, was devastating. There was no going back to how we were.

He’d changed us.

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