Page 64 of Tempting Fate
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Patch
Em doesn’t respond to my text all day. It takes me hours to work up the courage, but I text Jamie, too, because my wolf is insisting I need to check he’s okay.
I need to do that, anyway. I’m not a complete idiot. I know he left last night because of me. Because I made it clear that I didn’t want him, even though that’s never been true.
Flynn skulks around the flat all morning. He has to work tonight, and I’m hoping Em will reply that he’s free tomorrow, that I can spend time with him before my shift at the pub, but as the hours pass, I’m less and less hopeful.
Eventually, Flynn drops down on the sofa and stares at the side of my head. I keep looking at the TV, some murder mystery playing that I’m really not paying enough attention to. “What is it?” I ask.
“Did you talk to him yet?”
“You know I haven’t.”
“Patch—”
“We went on our second date.”
“And?”
“And…” I turn my head. “How many of those women you’ve moved in with have known what you are?”
“Like, all of them,” Flynn says. He sounds confused. “I mean, they mostly weren’t human. And when they were human, they were kind of adjacent to all this, so…”
“It’s different.”
“Patch.”
“It is.” The words spill out of me before I can stop myself. “I slept with him and Jamie last night.”
“Him and—” Flynn blanks out. I literally see the moment his brain shuts down. He closes his mouth and opens it again. No words come out.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, swinging my attention back to the TV. It’s not the first threesome I’ve had, but it’s the first one that’s mattered that way. They’re always a little fun and a little awkward, but that was—
More than I could ever have dreamt of, really. It felt right. And I’m trying not to think about why that is because that means dealing with something bigger and scarier, and I really don’t have the capacity to handle that right now.
Not when Em isn’t texting me back.
Not when Jamie isn’t texting me back.
“What did you do that for, then?” Flynn asks.
I gape at him. “What did I…?”
“I thought Em was your mate?”
“He is!”
“So what, you’re just toying with Jamie? Leading him on?”
The undercurrent of anger in his voice surprises me.
“No, I—We weren’t—Fuck, I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Patch.”
“What?”
