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“Um… yeah?” I give him a desperate glance, but his face is unreadable. Or maybe I’m just too off-balance to read it. “Is that not okay?” Crap, I hope I haven’t just outed him to his family.
Asher’s gay, though—and married to Garrett—and I might have taken forever to realize, but Damariswasjust trying to set me up with Zac. So if I did out him, I’m a sucky person, but it’s not a catastrophe. I hope.
“I wasn’t expecting it,” she says. “It’s not what I’d planned.” Her lips purse, and she exchanges a glance with her daughter.
“It would mean starting from scratch for this one,” Dalia says, gesturing to Zac. “But we hadn’t made any progress for Micah, and this would put us well ahead.”
I don’t know what to say.
Fortunately, Micah does. “I beg your pardon, Aunt Dalia, but this would be a good time to stop talking.”
Someone gasps, and if I wasn’t at the center of this whole drama, I’d be looking around for popcorn.
“Micah,” Hal warns, but Dalia waves him off.
“I was talking about him as though he wasn’t here,” she concedes. “I can see why he might not like that.”
That’s… big of her.
“Can you also see why I—and Zac—might not like that you’re apparently trying to plan our lives?”
“Leave me out of this,” Zac mumbles beside me, then turns his head and mouths, “I’m so sorry.”
I give him a small smile of reassurance. This isn’t his fault. And hey, Damaris likes me, after all! Enough that she thinks I’d be a good match for her grandson.
Too bad it wasn’t the right grandson. I had to speak up, right? Imagine how weird family gatherings would have been if I stopped fucking Micah and started fucking Zac based on their grandmother’s say-so.
Not to mention that I don’t want to stop fucking Micah. And as much as I like Zac, the thought of traveling around Europe with him when I could be spending that time with Micah is… meh.
“We just want what’s best for you,” Damaris is saying. “We want you to be happy.”
Micah snorts. “I’m not having this argument with you. I hope this horrifying experience has shown you that you need to back off a bit. You put Cam in a very difficult position.”
Damaris’s eyes narrow, and for a moment, I fear for Micah’s safety. But then she nods. “You’re right. Cam, please accept my apologies. We didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable.”
It’s more a demand than a request, but I’m going to take it at face value. As long as I don’t have to hook up with Zac, there’s no harm done. “That’s okay,” I assure her. “If I weren’t already with Micah, I might even be flattered.”
Someone makes a little choking noise, but looking at all the demon-blank faces, I can’t tell who. I hope I haven’t said the wrong thing again.
Damaris seems fine with it, though, accepting my comment with a nod. “And you being with Micah… what does that entail?”
My whole body erupts into panic. What does she mean? Is she asking fordetailsof what Micah and I—
“Grandmother, they’ve only known each other a week.” Surprisingly, it’s Asher who comes to my rescue. I assumed he was too busy enjoying the show to want to get involved.
With a flip of one hand, Damaris dismisses that excuse. “A week is plenty of time when you’re in love.”
Whoa. Whoa,whoa, WHOA.
In love?
It’s been a week! I love his cock and the way he holds me down in bed, and I love the way he’s always looking out for me, but lovehim? It’s way too soon to even consider that.
“If Cam and I decide we want to share any information with you, Grandmother, be assured that we will.” Micah manages to say that with a straight face, like there’s actually a possibility we might discuss our relationship with Damaris. Props to him.
She doesn’t seem too pleased. “That puts me in a very awkward position, Micah.”
Micah blinks slowly, as though he’s trying to process that. “How so?”
