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“I don’t know that I could. I have visions of Wynter Jaymes taking them and refusing to give them back,” Gray said. “Just please make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“I’ll do everything I can. You know I will.”

Gray released a slow breath. “Thank you.”

Tensen made some notes at his desk before looking up. “You really should consider talking to Rohan before I submit the papers. He won’t like getting a summons handed to him out of the blue.” He lifted his head. “Isn’t the burial this morning? You can tell him there.”

“I wasn’t planning on going. I’m not in great shape physically at the moment.” He hated the thought of missing it, but he needed to protect himself and the children. And he’d said his goodbyes the day before.

To more than just Jamie.

“Probably for the best,” Tensen said. “Wynter and Warden might be there.” The solicitor lifted his head. “But make sure you contact him. I don’t need a rage-filled alpha calling me.”

“I will,” Gray said before changing the subject. “I really need those papers submitted as soon as possible.”

“I’m on it,” Tensen said. “It’ll be there by the end of the day.”

“Thank you.” Gray uneasily skirted the desk and hugged Tensen before he grabbed the basket and the baby bag and headed out of the office. Limping to the trolley stop, he pushed on, trying not to feel the pain. He should’ve been on bedrest a good two weeks after the babes came, but such was life. You had to push on. As soon as he was seated in the vehicle and on the way home, he gazed down at the sleeping children and smiled. He reached for his phone and pulled up Rohan’s number.

You’re nothing to me.

Gray shoved the phone back into his pocket and tried to not let those words torture him any more than they already had. When he was home… alone… and better prepared for that conversation, he’d call.

Later, after he’d fed, changed, and gotten both babies to sleep, he reached for his phone again. After a few minutes of willing himself to make the call, he finally got enough courage.

No time like the present.

He dialed the number and held his breath.

“This is Rohan Parker. I’m unavailable at the moment…”

Gray sighed inwardly, almost glad the alpha hadn’t picked up. Yet there was a little part of him disappointed his call hadn’t been taken. He tried not to let the deep rumble of Rohan’s voice wash through him and waited for the beep to come.

“Rohan. It’s Gray. I need to speak to you. Please call me.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The day after the burial…

“Rohan. It’s Gray. I need to speak to you. Please call me.”

Rohan played the message again… for the fifth time. He hated how cold and distant Gray sounded, but it was his own damned fault. He’d done that… made Gray hate him. He’d pushed so hard that the omega hadn’t even come to the burial. Rohan had endured Wynter and Warden—and their questions.

Why the pair were suddenly so interested in Gray and the children, he wasn’t sure. They couldn’t have been bothered when Jamie was alive.

He played the message for a sixth time, closing his eyes and letting the omega’s voice burn into his ears. Rohan had called back and left a message for Gray to call him—and all he could do was sit and wait.

Breathless with anticipation.

A knock came to the door. He clumsily climbed from the couch in his office; still wearing the same clothes he’d worn the day before. Still wearing the stink of the new bottle of scotch from the day before, too. He dug his fingers through his hair as he stumbled to the door and tried to make himself somewhat presentable. Rohan opened the door, narrowing his eyes to the shine of the sun.

“Rohan Parker?”

“Yes.”

A letter was placed in his hands.

“You’ve been served.”

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