Rubi whistled. “Ain’t gonna kill her, is he?”
Saint snorted.No.
Me? I remained a bemused motherfucker, though Rubi’s popcorn obsession now made sense.
I threw him a bone. “Want to fill me in?”
Rubi chanced a wary glance at Saint, but he didn’t seem to care about whatever tea Rubi was dying to spill, and the tension of Alexei’s ambiguous reaction faded. “That, my boy, was Lena Gordon. Siren sister to the club and the closest thing to a girlfriend our king ever had before this mister came along and stole his heart.”
Saint shook his head. “Not girlfriend.”
“Yeah, cos you banged her too.”
“That’s not why.”
“Semantics. Point is,thatcrafty cunt—” Rubi shot a dry look in Joe’s direction, “—has been reaming Cam all these years for shagginghisgirlfriend, then he goes and knocks up Cammie’s ex. Couldn’t. Make. This. Shit. Up.”
“Does Cam know?” That brilliance came from me.
Saint said nothing, but as if he’d heard every unsaid word, Joe looked away from Liliana long enough to send Rubi a wink and I shook my fucking head. How did our world keep getting smaller?
My brothers had no answers for me. Saint disappeared, there one minute, gone the next, and Rubi wandered off to make fun of Viktor’s donkey fascination. It left me alone as a light rain began to fall, misting the air and soaking my skin.Coldrain, but I liked it. I still had a few layers of myself to wash clean, and I’d learned things could be that literal if I let them.
“You know, you could standunderthe tree.” Dusty arms, hands flaked with cement, slid around my waist from behind. “Then you wouldn’t get wet.”
Embry.
I closed my eyes to his touch. “Lili’s getting wet.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to.”
I knew that. But I didn’t move, save to tug him around me so I could see the face I’d spent all day missing. That messy black hair, those wise, glittery eyes. The lips I’d been obsessed with from the moment we’d met.
The juncture of his throat.
I dropped my mouth to it with a light kiss.
Embry shivered. “Don’t play with me. Not here.”
The words of his murmured plea were so similar to Saint’s, I pulled back and gave him a look.
Embry cocked a brow. “What?”
“I have some serious fucking gossip for you. Unless you already know it...” Did he? Embry’s job was to keep other people’s business to himself, but I wasn’t sure how far that extended. Embry and Joe were close, but then, so wereCamand Embry. Whose side was my husband really on?
“Hey.” Embry poked my arm, shifting his thigh to subtly press against my half-hard dick. “Don’t wind me up, you’ll lose.”
Could never lose with him in my arms, but I dropped the tea anyway, and I knew in a heartbeat that he’d had no fucking idea. He took a moment, breathing steadily into my chest. Then he whirled around to stare at his cousin.
Focused on Liliana, Joe didn’t notice. Or maybe he didn’t care. Either way, I found it hard to believe he’d had a surrogate baby with Lena for any reason more than it was simply how it was meant to be. Joe was a grumpy bastard, but his heart was pure love. For Harry. For Clementina.
For Embry.
I held my husband a little closer, better equipped to handle the wave of wantthat swept over me than I was when we were alone. “I love you.”
Embry tilted his head to look up at me, exposing the few inches I had on him, height wise, at least. “Always knew it, but hearing the words never gets old.”
“I married you on this farm.”