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That’s all he’d ever needed.
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Remy decided to leave before Loki and Isa got up. This was Loki’s home and he clearly didn’t want Remy here. Plus, he had to go home and shower.
But he was also leaving because he was jealous as fuck.
Loki had slept in her bedroom. How often did that happen?
When she was his . . . what if Loki needed her like that again?
Was he feeling jealous because he felt like an outsider? The third wheel? That he’d been left out?
Hmm.
Remy rubbed his head. He needed a shower and some more sleep, then he’d be able to think more clearly. It was still dark outside as he walked to his truck.
He paused as headlights flashed and a car drove past.
Why was someone driving past early on a Sunday morning?
Maybe a neighbor who started work early. The security light flashed on as he moved again. He should probably have told Loki that he’d found the bulb broken and replaced it.
Later.
Getting into his truck, he hoped he wouldn’t wake them up as he backed out of the driveway.
He had a lot to think about.
* * *
“All right!What are we going for next? The Ferris wheel? Bumper cars? What about some games?” Loki asked.
“No bumper cars,” she said firmly. “I’ll watch you, but I’m not in the mood to go on them.”
Not after seeing the bruising on her chest today. Thank God she’d put her pajamas on last night. She hadn’t wanted to risk another nipple slip in front of Remy.
But it had the added bonus of hiding her bruising from Loki.
She’d woken in the middle of the night with a nightmare. Thankfully, Loki hadn’t woken up. She can’t have made much noise or she’d likely have had Remy storming into her bedroom.
Which would’ve been the last thing she needed.
Two men occupying her room as well as her head. What the fuck was wrong with her?
Although if Brick and Xavier could share Juliet . . .
Oh God. Was her brain really going to go there? Loki didn’t even want her in that way. And Remy seemed way too possessive to share.
She sighed sadly.
“Hey, you all right? Tink?”
“What?” She startled as Loki brought them to a stop, turning her toward him. “What is it? What’s wrong? Did you decide on bumper cars?”
“I think we need a chat.”
Oh crap.
