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have to make sure Breanne is safe. As much as I can, anyway. Hank has been a big help, and completely honest with us from the beginning. I like that."
I watched the conversation as if I were watching a boxing match. At the moment, Bill had gotten in several quick punches. Jayson was taking it on the chin, and he didn't like it. At all.
"Bill, can we talk after the funeral?" I asked. He already knew I was going with Hank. Yeah, I needed to tell him about the three I'd killed from Hank's club—I knew their names and I knew all three were on Bill's radar. He needed to know they were dead. I also needed to explain about the Sirenali, and that wasn't going to be easy.
"Sweetheart, I think Opal and I will come with you. I'm almost afraid to let you out of my sight." Bill's eyes had gone honey-brown as he blinked at me. Yes, he loved me. Adored me. I had no idea why, but it made me feel good. I still had no idea how Hank really felt about me, other than possessive. I still kept myself from reading him, but more and more, I was too afraid it might be painful if I did.
"Thanks, Bill." I put my arms around him and squeezed. His arms moved around me and large, warm hands rubbed my back carefully.
"It's okay, baby," Hank's fingers were stroking my hair as Bill held me. "Bill understands, now."
"Huh?" I pulled away from Bill and blinked at Hank.
"Polyamory," Hank nodded. "We talked for a while after you went to bed last night."
"This is confusing," I stepped back from both of them.
"That's not what we intended to happen. Just let this go, Bree. Do what you want. We're okay with that," Jayson interjected.
"Aren't we going to be late if Bill doesn't get in the shower?" I said, intentionally changing the subject. We'd just gone into uncharted territory and it frightened me.
"I'll get in the shower," Bill accepted a cup of coffee from Jayson, who'd gone to the coffeepot and poured two cups. "I'll be out in fifteen. Opal should be ready about then."
"Miss Thang, is your bed made up?" Trina walked in with a basket of laundry.
"Miss Trina, my bed is all made up," I nodded. "And the bathroom counter is wiped off, too. Towels in the hamper."
"You're just too neat for your own good," Trina set the basket on the island and grinned at me.
"You're too hyper, did you know that?" I grinned right back.
"I have to be, to pick up after Mr. Messy Rome," Trina said.
"Mr. Messy Rome is right here," Jayson pointed out.
"Did you hear anything?" Trina pulled a towel from the basket to fold. Jayson laughed.
* * *
"Are they really?" Opal was right behind me as Hank and Bill walked into the funeral home as if they owned the place.
"Yeah." A knot of people stood just inside the door, most of them dressed in leather. Three of the women wore everyday collars—made to look like necklaces, but bearing a large locket with a pronounced keyhole at the center.
Opal had whispered her question, and I knew what she was asking. These were John's friends—from the leather community.
"How do they do that?" Opal muttered.
They want it. Hank says they go looking for it. If they're happy, I'm happy . I sent mindspeech as we walked past the people in question.
"I'll admit, I was a little worried when Hank dressed as he did," Opal murmured as we were led to a pew in the chapel. Hank was dressed in leather, too—pants, boots and a jacket over a long-sleeved black shirt. Hank and Bill left me with Opal while they went to speak with John's family.
"Baby, come with us, the family says you can see the body before they bring it in," Hank was back with Bill.
"Thanks," I said, rising from my seat. Opal followed, too—I think she was afraid to let me out of her sight.
Hank was right—the body did smell like embalming fluid—to me, anyway. That didn't stop me from getting information, though. John's spirit stood right next to the polished black coffin.
Chapter 5
Breanne's Journal
Bill drew in a breath while Hank and Opal went completely silent. I'd
I watched the conversation as if I were watching a boxing match. At the moment, Bill had gotten in several quick punches. Jayson was taking it on the chin, and he didn't like it. At all.
"Bill, can we talk after the funeral?" I asked. He already knew I was going with Hank. Yeah, I needed to tell him about the three I'd killed from Hank's club—I knew their names and I knew all three were on Bill's radar. He needed to know they were dead. I also needed to explain about the Sirenali, and that wasn't going to be easy.
"Sweetheart, I think Opal and I will come with you. I'm almost afraid to let you out of my sight." Bill's eyes had gone honey-brown as he blinked at me. Yes, he loved me. Adored me. I had no idea why, but it made me feel good. I still had no idea how Hank really felt about me, other than possessive. I still kept myself from reading him, but more and more, I was too afraid it might be painful if I did.
"Thanks, Bill." I put my arms around him and squeezed. His arms moved around me and large, warm hands rubbed my back carefully.
"It's okay, baby," Hank's fingers were stroking my hair as Bill held me. "Bill understands, now."
"Huh?" I pulled away from Bill and blinked at Hank.
"Polyamory," Hank nodded. "We talked for a while after you went to bed last night."
"This is confusing," I stepped back from both of them.
"That's not what we intended to happen. Just let this go, Bree. Do what you want. We're okay with that," Jayson interjected.
"Aren't we going to be late if Bill doesn't get in the shower?" I said, intentionally changing the subject. We'd just gone into uncharted territory and it frightened me.
"I'll get in the shower," Bill accepted a cup of coffee from Jayson, who'd gone to the coffeepot and poured two cups. "I'll be out in fifteen. Opal should be ready about then."
"Miss Thang, is your bed made up?" Trina walked in with a basket of laundry.
"Miss Trina, my bed is all made up," I nodded. "And the bathroom counter is wiped off, too. Towels in the hamper."
"You're just too neat for your own good," Trina set the basket on the island and grinned at me.
"You're too hyper, did you know that?" I grinned right back.
"I have to be, to pick up after Mr. Messy Rome," Trina said.
"Mr. Messy Rome is right here," Jayson pointed out.
"Did you hear anything?" Trina pulled a towel from the basket to fold. Jayson laughed.
* * *
"Are they really?" Opal was right behind me as Hank and Bill walked into the funeral home as if they owned the place.
"Yeah." A knot of people stood just inside the door, most of them dressed in leather. Three of the women wore everyday collars—made to look like necklaces, but bearing a large locket with a pronounced keyhole at the center.
Opal had whispered her question, and I knew what she was asking. These were John's friends—from the leather community.
"How do they do that?" Opal muttered.
They want it. Hank says they go looking for it. If they're happy, I'm happy . I sent mindspeech as we walked past the people in question.
"I'll admit, I was a little worried when Hank dressed as he did," Opal murmured as we were led to a pew in the chapel. Hank was dressed in leather, too—pants, boots and a jacket over a long-sleeved black shirt. Hank and Bill left me with Opal while they went to speak with John's family.
"Baby, come with us, the family says you can see the body before they bring it in," Hank was back with Bill.
"Thanks," I said, rising from my seat. Opal followed, too—I think she was afraid to let me out of her sight.
Hank was right—the body did smell like embalming fluid—to me, anyway. That didn't stop me from getting information, though. John's spirit stood right next to the polished black coffin.
Chapter 5
Breanne's Journal
Bill drew in a breath while Hank and Opal went completely silent. I'd
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