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Her obstetrician.
“Ah.”
“Are you stalling?” Justin couldn’t hide his shit-eating grin.
“Just making certain I tell as many people as possible all at once. You know, so I’m not repeating myself.”
Rainbow grabbed a muffin, ripped it open, and smeared butter on both sides. “I’m quite certain I can share with anyone and everyone.” She eyed me. “With your permission, of course.”
“I asked Lorcan to move in with me. And he agreed. And I might’ve told him I loved him.” With a bit more decorum, I pulled the top off my muffin. With deliberateness, I added butter.
Justin, whose mug was halfway to his mouth, gaped. Slowly, he put it down. “Lorcan’s been here once.”
“And he plans to keep coming. I’m not going to be privy— Oh, wait. I think we agreed to do a session together with you.” I frowned. “I think that’s what we decided. Uh, a lot went on last night.”
“Apparently.” Kennedy sipped her tea. “Last we heard, you were headed to the detachment with a problem.”
“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “I mean, it’s not funny. You’ll hear soon enough—Lorcan’s ex-husband was killed in Mexico. Corporal Pritchard wanted to interrogate Lorcan. Which is like, the dumbest thing ever. How could Lorcan have anything to do with a death in Mexico?” I said the words with absolutecertainty because I was abso-fucking-lutely certain he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Rainbow snorted. “Colton doing something dumb? I can’t imagine.”
“Rainbow.” Kennedy used her warning tone.
Her sister appeared completely undaunted. “He was a jackass before he married Sunshine. We all knew it would end badly.” She sat a little straighter, then pivoted her attention back to me. “So Lorcan’s been cleared?”
“Mostly. Corporal Duhamel certainly made it seem like they were done with him.”
“Dorrie’s a good person.” Justin broke off a piece of muffin. “Okay, so you went home and told him you loved him?”
“Well, we ate Chinese food and had a long discussion about…stuff…” Had the discussion been long? It had certainly been intense.
“Moving in together is a big step.” He delicately buttered a corner of his muffin.
“Are you saying it’s wrong?”
He chuckled. “I knew Stanley a hot minute before I invited him and Angus to stay with me. A week later we were shopping for a home.” Angus was Stanley’s orphaned nephew. The story of how the three became a family was well-known—both at the ranch and in town as well. Tongues wagged. Right up until it became clear the men were in love. Last Christmas, they’d adopted a little girl. Opal was the last piece that made their family complete. Oh, and Liba the rescue dog, of course.
I grinned. “I don’t care what people say. I know how I feel.”
“And your tastes align.” He bit into the muffin.
“Oh?” Kennedy eyed me.
I shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not for me to say.”
“Ah.” Her brown eyes held my gaze.
She gets it.A few months ago, when I’d started going to Club Kink on pup night, I’d confided in her. She might not still be my official therapist—but she’d gotten me through the worst period of my life. Confiding in her came easily. I just hadn’t realized that would wind up outing someone else—if only to her. Justin knew, of course, but he was Lorcan’s therapist. I eyed him. “Does this change things with you?”
“For me as a counselor? Only if Lorcan wants it to. If you two want to do a session together, I’m all for that. Or he can continue to see me on his own—if that’s what he wants. Things might be awkward for him if he’s concerned about my confidentiality, though.”
I considered. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, I can refer him to another counselor in town—if he wants that. I think he needs—”
“That he still needs help? No question in my mind. I’ve made it clear I can’t be his therapist. That I don’t want to be. I don’t want that kind of relationship with him.”
“He’s still vulnerable, Cody.” Kennedy tapped her fingernail on her mug. “Especially after last night’s brush with the law. He had to be shaken.”
