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A wicked glint made an appearance in Eoghan’s eyes. “I’ll have to reward her for keeping her mouth shut, then.”

“Make it emeralds. Diamonds are so insipid against her blonde hair.”

Eoghan looked like he wanted to argue, but he apparently saw the sense in Savannah’s logic. “Fine,” he said with a huff. To me, he asked, “You scared he’ll push you away if you tell him whatever it is that’ll make him mad?”

Uneasiness settled inside my soul as I started calling bets. “I don’t like that I’m concerned he’ll do that.”

“Because it makes you feel weak?” Troy asked.

The question was surprisingly insightful, even more so coming from Troy. “Yeah. I wouldn’t have cared before. Now, I care. It sucks.”

Ren, hissing, raced out of the kitchen as expected.

What wasn’t expected?

When he dive-bombed onto my shoulder after bouncing on the sofa.

I managed to catch him before he could fall off and skid onto the baize.

“You love him,” Savannah retorted, fiddling with her chips as she eyed my hold on the cat with an amused eye. “Love makes you all kinds of out of sorts. Just take it as a good sign.”

“Especially with you, seeing as you don’t normally care about hurting people’s feelings,” Chadwick rumbled, his voice low and gritty.

Dumping Ren on my lap, I cast a look at Cin, just to make sure she hadn’t melted into a puddle on the floor as I sniped, “I don’t have to tell him.”

“If you think you should, then do it. Makes no sense not to,” Savannah said with a light shrug.

“I disagree.” Troy tossed her cards onto the table. “I wouldn’t tell him anything. Best way.” Ah, there was the Troy I knew well.

“This isn’t an op. I love him, Troy.”

She sniffed. “Even more reason not to tell him. I love my bees. Didn’t stop me from letting Harrow’s Bees keep them.”

“Harrow’s who?” Savannah sputtered.

“Never mind. Give me a show of hands who thinks I should tell him and who thinks I shouldn’t.”

Savannah, Dead To Me, and Chadwick raised their hands for ‘should.’ Troy and, shockingly, Eoghan, raised their hands for ‘shouldn’t.’

I arched a brow at Eoghan. “Thought you’d want me to be open and honest with him.”

“If it’ll break his heart, why would I want that?”

Would it break his heart?

Or would it lessen the faith he had in me? A faith that was on shaky grounds because of the stunts I routinely pulled…?

He often said that he didn’t want me to change. I took that to mean he didn’t care if I showed up to a party with shitkickers on my feet instead of stilettos or if I wore jeans to a funeral. He didn’t need me to coddle his ma or to keep my nose out of the Five Points.

No, he accepted me.

There was no denying that.

In some ways, with the atonement he asked for, what he wanted was harder. Change, for him, required me including him. It meant a molecular shift in how I dealt with business. But, when it boiled down to it, I had to accept that there was no point in being a part of his life if I wasn’t open to that.

So, I guessed I had my answer, didn’t I?

Rubbing my eyes, I muttered, “I think it’s time for somebody else to share. Whose turn is it?”

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