Neither of my friends were wrong. I was assuming that things wouldn’t work out because they never had before. And even if Dad and Liz would be okay with it, I doubted the rest of his pack would be, and history told me that their opinions were the ones that got listened to, not mine.
Still, I would think about it. Because I couldn’tstopthinking about them.
And I didn’t think I’d be able to for a long time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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THEO
Logan’s phone had grown eyes.
I felt it staring at us from where it sat on the coffee table in the living room. Silent. No texts.
There was a fight on, and we were watching it with half interest, but I knew none of us were really paying attention. And I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Are we all just going to sit here and pretend we’re not waiting for her to text us?”
Bastian huffed out a laugh, and Brooks leaned forward on his elbows. “As much as I’m waiting for that phone to vibrate, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Maybe if yesterday had gone differently. But something spooked her, and it wasn’t us.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“He means that she didn’t get out of the pool and leave the second we got there. She waited.”
“As soon as the rest of Cecil’s pack came out, she hauled ass like the ground was on fire,” Brooks said. “So I think it was us, but it wasn’tonlyus.”
I could admit I hadn’t noticed what brought Trinity out of the pool. Only that she had been coming out of the water in that deep green bathing suit that barely covered her, and I’d been focusing on not getting hard in front of Mama Hart and Trinity’s father.
“She grew up with them, right?”
Logan shrugged. “I assume so. I didn’t want to seem overly interested before we talked to Trinity.”
I looked at the phone again and looked away. I felt the restlessness that used to plague me when I swam full-time. The kind of urge to dive into the pool and swim until you were so exhausted you risked drowning. That might be preferable to waiting. Every instinct I had told me to find her and make sure the scent was ours forever.
Not just the scent.Her.
I could still feel her skin under my fingers as I held her for that punishment, and I wanted so much more.
Clearing my throat, I stood, trying to ease some of the impulse to move. “If she doesn’t text, which I don’t think she will, what do we do?”
They all stared at me, silent with thought.
“Let me put it a different way. If yesterday hadn’t happened, and she hadn’t texted, would we have reached out to Cade in order to find her?”
“Probably,” Brooks said.
“Well, we have an even more direct route to her through Cecil and Liz. Do we use that?”
Logan leaned back on the couch and let his head drop so he stared at the ceiling. “I wish I fucking knew. I want to. Believe me. But I can’t help but wonder if she’s turned off by the idea that I’m Liz’s son.”
“It’s a shock,” I said. “For sure. But Trinity is a smart woman. You didn’t grow up together, and it’s not like anyone can anticipate a scent match.”
Not that she knew about that. Yet.
“She’s skittish.” That was Bastian.
“Maybe,” I agreed, “but I’m not willing to let this drop without telling her the truth. If she goes into heat and finds out that we didn’t tell her? That we chose not to pursue her?”
