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I lean forward, my hands clasped together to project the fervor that's got my heart thumping to its own drum beat. "It's been an incredible journey," I say, my voice threaded with the excitement that bubbles in my chest. "With each rescue, with every rehabilitation, we're changing lives–not just for the animals but for our community."
"Your dedication is palpable," the interviewer nods, her gaze flickering with approval. "And the impact? It's been substantial, I hear."
"Absolutely," I affirm, pride swelling within me. "We've reintroduced endangered species back into the wild, educated thousands on conservation, and brought together volunteers from all walks of life. It's more than a sanctuary; it's a movement."
The interviewer's eyes sparkle with the next question, one ripe with scandal and sizzle, as she finally finds her opening. "Speaking of movements, there's been quite the buzz about your personal life since your sister, Annabelle's, wedding. Everyone's curious about you and the three gentlemen who are... shall we say, intimately involved in your life?"
I can feel the heat rising, not from embarrassment but from the fire of my unorthodox love that defies convention. Confidence laces my words as I ready myself to address the topic head-on. My first live and public interview since the day Brody revealed to everyone my arrangement with the guys? I saw this coming, of course. I prepared for it.
"Ah, yes. The talk of the town." My lips curl into a playful smile. "I suppose when you step outside societal boundaries, people get fascinated–eager for details."
"Are you willing to give us any?" Her eyebrow arches, almost challenging me.
"Perhaps," I tease, a laugh bubbling up. "But let's just say that love isn't always a straight path. Sometimes it's a wonderfully tangled web of affection, respect, and undeniable chemistry."
"Undeniable chemistry, indeed," she echoes, her tone suggesting she's ready to dive deeper into the story.
"Let's not keep everyone in suspense any longer," I announce, my gaze sweeping across the eager audience. "Why talk about the loves of my life when they can speak for themselves?"
A murmur of excitement ripples through the crowd as three figures emerge from the wings, their presence commanding immediate attention. The spotlight captures them one by one–their entrance nothing short of a magnetic spectacle.
First strides Emrys, his large, imposing form cloaked in an air of confidence that only enhances his predatory aura. His dark hair is a stark contrast to the bright stage, and the intensity in his eyes speaks volumes of his quiet strength. He carries himself with a grace that belies his deep connection to the wild, the untamed energy within him barely concealed beneath the surface.
The atmosphere crackles with palpable anticipation, but it's amplified as Wilder follows, the embodiment of controlled, charming chaos. With his mischievous grin and tousled golden locks, he exudes a sense of adventure that is impossible to ignore. There's a twinkle in his eye that suggests he's up for anything–a thrill-seeker with a heart of gold.
Lastly, Wyatt steps into view, his sharp suit painting the picture of sophistication. Yet, his warm, inviting smile softens the edges of his lawyerly facade, hinting at the supportive pillar he is in our relationship. A man who can navigate the courtroom with the same ease as he navigates the complexities of our love.
"Hello, boys," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies performing acrobatics in my stomach. They always do that to me.
"Hello, love," Emrys replies, his voice a soothing baritone that sends a familiar shiver down my spine as he presses a gentle kiss to my temple.
"Did you miss me?" Wilder waggles his eyebrows outrageously, making me laugh, before slamming his lips over mine in a sloppy kiss.
“I just saw you ten minutes ago backstage!” I playfully chastise him.
"Kathryn," Wyatt says my name like he always does, like a promise–a vow–or even a prayer, causing my throat to close up and my heart to skip a beat. He takes the seat next to me and grasps my hand, exuding calm and support.
As we settle into our seats, the interviewer probes, "So, gentlemen, tell us about your relationship with Kat."
Wilder leans forward, his enthusiasm contagious. "Kat is the most incredible woman we've ever met. She's our partner in every sense–our lover, confidant, and the force that binds us together. Oh! And there’s this thing she does in be-"
"That’s enough." Emrys growls, smacking the back of Wilder’s head none too gently, but still lovingly.
You know, in that special bromance sort of way. The two of them are inseparable now, with Wyatt keeping the two of them grounded when things get too messy. Who knew Emrys had a wild streak just waiting to surface?
Wyatt ignores the other two, maintaining his professionalism, but with his gaze locked on me with unwavering affection. "Our commitment to Kat–and to each other–is unbreakable. We've built a bond based on respect, trust, and an openness that many might not understand, but for us, it's perfect."
"Perfectly imperfect," I quip, unable to help the laughter that bubbles up.
The interviewer's gaze flickers over to Wyatt, Emrys, and me as we sit, an unorthodox quartet on the stage. There's a spark of intrigue in her eyes, one that mirrors the audience's curiosity. "So, let's talk about the roles these gentlemen have taken on within your organization," she prompts, leaning forward with keen interest.
"Absolutely," I say, flashing a quick, confident grin before turning toward Wyatt. He's all business in his crisp suit, the epitome of a sharp legal mind, but it's the warm glow in his eyes that speaks volumes about his role beyond the courtroom. "Wyatt has been instrumental as our in-house counsel. His expertise has been invaluable, especially with the expansion of our sanctuaries."
Wyatt adjusts his tie, a modest gesture for a man whose work safeguards the future of my life's passion. "It's more than a job, it's a cause I believe in deeply," he says, his voice steady and sure. "Protecting what Kat has built and ensuring the well-being of these animals is personal for me."
Personal doesn't quite cover it, not when I know the late nights he's spent poring over contracts and the way he fights for us in every negotiation. I squeeze his hand, pride swelling in my chest.
Then there's Emrys, who's practically vibrating with enthusiasm. The audience can't tell, of course, he probably seems statuesque in his ability to sit still, but I can tell. "And Emrys is the head of our sanctuary operations. It's a role he's embraced wholeheartedly," I continue, turning to beam at him. “He personally makes sure every single animal we have–or take in–is living its best life.”
