Page 63 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“I’m keeping you too.” My hands slide down to the back of her neck. “Let’s get ready for bed. You’re emotionally and physically exhausted.”

She stands and walks to the attached bathroom.

“Hey, babydoll.” I wait until she pauses in the doorway. “I know you still love him too.”

Ettie flashes me a guilty look.

“Loving him doesn’t mean you love me any less. It took me a while to wrap my mind around that. And if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be a part of anything like this. But I need you, and I know you need me.” My voice softens. “It’s okay if your soul needs both of us.”

I give her a crooked smile.

Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t speak. For once, Ettie Leighlan has no immediate argument. She’s so cute when she’s thrown for a loop.

A footstep sounds behind me.

Elliot walks in just then. He stops inside the bedroom, keeping enough distance from Lee to be sort of safe if she throws something sharp.

His tousled blond hair is mussed from the fingers he has been dragging through it, and his eyes are fixed entirely on her.

I’m assuming he heard most of the conversation.

She glares at him.

“I get that you're mad. I have a lot to explain, and I know you hate being the last person to know what's going on.” He smirks faintly. “But I’m not leaving, Lee.” He looks at me. “And I’m not asking him to either.”

Lee frowns, and she shakes her head.

Does she honestly not understand we’d both die to have her?

She chews her lip and walks into the bathroom.

Elliot laughs when he hears her turn the lock.

He turns to me.

“We doing this?”

“I don’t see another way.”

“I’m not into guys. No judgment, just not what I like.”

“Same.”

He nods.

An absurd silence stretches between us, two fully grown men negotiating the emotional logistics of loving the same homicidal FBI agent while she hides in the bathroom from both of us.

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you believe she cheated on you. She was a mess without you. It tore me apart watching her. We both have to be all in.”

Our eyes lock, and we make a silent promise to each other.

“Oh, and later because Lee’s already upset enough, I’m going to kick your ass for drugging her.”

I scoff. “You could try.”

“Good talk,” he says with a grin and walks out.

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