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While I soaped up, I weighed my options. I could just keep my shirt on around the alpha until the bruise faded—though even as mad as I was at him I knew that would be hard to do.
Our best sex was, after all, make up sex.
And if I tried to keep my shirt on during a romp in my nest he definitely would pick up on it and it would most definitely ruin whatever mood we had going.
That just left showing him the bruise and dealing with his panicked fluttering.
He’d always been protective. From the moment he cut in at a bar when we were in Uni while another alpha was breathing down my neck, he’d done his best to look out for me and my best interests.
But over the last year that had changed into an almost anxious sort of protectiveness with an unhealthy dose of paranoia.
I was also going to have to tell him about Ciara coaching me which was going to be a nightmare in itself.
Enzo had made his opinion about her known to us after we confessed that we liked her and wanted to try and court her into the pack.
I knew he at least thought she was pretty. That much had been obvious from the bond on that first day we moved in.
But, just like he’d done with my eyes and protecting what sight I had left, Enzo had made himself a crusader for Leith’s happiness.
Their bond with each other was different than theirs with me. It was brotherly. After we’d met Leith in Scotland after our move from London three years ago, we’d both seen firsthand how shattered Leith was over the gorgeous female figure skater that had left him high and dry.
Because of that, I probably should have felt the same way as Enzo did… but I just couldn’t find it in myself to hate Ciara Callaghan.
The shower water began to turn tepid, telling me that I’d stood underneath the jets for far longer than I thought. I finished rinsing my hair quickly before it cooled off anymore and turned the shower off.
Leith was probably waiting outside for me which meant that I needed to hurry up and get dressed.
Moving to exit the shower, my damp leg was met once again by Charm’s cold nose reminding me to step over the ledge.
“Thank you,” I whispered to her before lifting my foot higher and stepping out of the shower. I still had a lot of things on my mind, but the first thing I needed to deal with was telling both Leith and Enzo about my new figure skating coach.
Chapter fifteen
“Are you crazy?” Enzo’s voice filled the living room as he stood in front of the couch where Artie was currently sitting.
Artie had been acting a bit odd—well, odder than normal—when I picked him up from figure skating practice today.
At first, I just figured he was still upset about the argument that happened in the car this morning.
And then we’d gotten home and Artie told us that Ciara was going to be his new figure skating coach.
I was sure Enzo was about to blow a gasket with how red his face had become and he was currently ten minutes into an argument that I was scared the entire building could hear.
“I’m not crazy,” Artie said calmly, fiddling with Lucky’s ears as the dope of a dog looked up at him with the equivalent of a doggy grin. Lucky, as always, was completely oblivious to any tension in the house and was just happy that someone was petting him. “But you look it, seeing as you’re the one currently shouting at me.”
Enzo wheeled back around to look at me. “Did you know about this?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t, but I also don’t think it’s a bad idea. If anyone can work with him it would be her.”
“What part of her do you think would be a good teacher? She’s liable to push him until he falls and gets a concussion,” Enzo snapped, then seeing that he wasn’t getting the response he wanted, he growled and turned to stomp toward the door.
“Enzo, where are you going?” Artie asked, his voice starting to shift from an even-keel calm to something more uncertain. Enzo never left an argument midway.
I followed him, getting ready to snag him by the collar and drag him back into the living room so that we could talk everything out, but Enzo was already yanking the door open and crossing the hallway.
It wasn’t until he was lifting a fist and banging on the door that I realized what his actual intention had been.
“Enzo what are you—” I began, but the door opening cut me off.
