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“I wish there was more that we could do.”

“Fucking same, but we need to wait. Once Ezra and Ror get here, we can sit down and figure out a game plan.”

Liam’s jaw tics and he looks like he’s holding something back.

“What is it?”

“What if…” He pauses. “What if she’s decided that we aren’t worth it? That being with all of us would be too hard?”

My heart stops at the thought. Could he be right? Will she just walk away when shit gets tough?

“We can’t think like that,” I choke out. “We need to hope for the best.”

“I can’t lose either of you,” he confesses.

Reaching forward, I pull him into me and hold him. “You will always have me. I can’t speak for her, but you have nothing to worry about with me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

My phone rings, breaking the moment and I step back. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I can’t help but groan.

Sperm donor.

I flash the screen at Liam, and he cringes when he sees the name.

“I better go call my parents, so they aren’t caught off guard when they wake up to a shitstorm.” He points over his shoulder toward the house.

“Good luck,” I mutter as I answer the call. “Yeah?”

“Is that any way to answer your phone?” Father barks.

“Why are you calling me?”

Father chuckles darkly. “Since when am I not allowed to call my son?”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t bullshit me. You lost all reason when I sold my shares, so why are you calling now?”

“It looks like you got yourself into some hot water.”

“Oh?” I say as I take a seat on one of the pool chairs.

“Sharing a woman and a male lover.” He tsks.

“There’s no crime for loving more than one person.”

“What, you can’t get the job done, so she has to spread her legs for another?”

My eye twitches. “Weren’t you the one caught with an escort five years ago in a raid?”

“High-class escorts are different.” Father scoffs.

“Yes, because paying for sex is so much better than having sex with multiple people that you care for,” I deadpan. “Get to the point of your call before I hang up.”

“For years, you’ve thought you were better than me, and I just want to know, how does it feel for the truth to come out? How does it feel to know that we are the same?”

“We aren’t,” I deny, shaking my head even though he can’t see me. “Again, you pay for a service where my relationship is one hundred percent consensual and based on love.” My phone beeps, and I pull it away from my face and look at the screen.

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