Page 115 of Rough Fantasy

He stopped in the hall and turned to face him. “What?”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses. Can’t believe it took so long but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It took you long enough to admit you loved me.”

Rory frowned. “You’re not upset I admitted to loving her?”

Zeke shook his head. “No. Why would I when I love both of you?”

He said it as if it was simple and for Zee, it was. He could always look through the shit life handed him and see what was really important. Other people got bogged down in the details, but when something was this important, Zee didn’t. He loved both of them and it was all that mattered.

“People will think we’re freaks.”

Zee shrugged. “They already think that. This way, we have Maura and they think we’re freaks. Besides, when did you decide to worry about what other people think? Seriously?”

He sighed. “I thought you would.”

Zee smiled and walked forward. Rory felt his heart turn over. The man had him by the ballocks and Zee knew it. Hell they both did. And there was something so bloody sexy about that.

Zee cupped his face in his hands and kissed him. Slow, long, and wet. When he pulled back, he smiled.

“Let’s go get our woman.”

Warmth spread through Rory. For the first time in days, the feeling of rightness shifted through him. He gave Zeke a quick kiss.

“Let’s go.”

“She might say no.”

“Too bad. I’ll drag her back by her hair if I have to,” Rory said.

“There’s the man I love,” Zee said as he pulled out his phone.

“You’re calling her?”

“Nope, but we need a flight, love.”

“Good. Get the flight, then we get Maura,” Rory said.

But he did have something he needed to pick up at home before they left, then off to their future.

He just hoped they hadn’t waited too long.

fifty

“What are your plans today?” Conner asked at breakfast. Jillian knew that he was trying to engage with Maura but she knew her friend wasn’t ready.

Maura shrugged as she played with her cereal. She hadn’t been eating enough to keep herself alive, but Jillian knew she needed her space. Unfortunately, her brother didn’t understand that. He wanted his baby sister to be better. Now.

The physical bruises were just now starting to fade, but the wounds to Maura’s pride were going to take longer. Much longer.

“I think I’ll go for a walk on the beach,” she said.

Conner rose with her and she looked at him. “What are you doing?”

“Going with you.”

She glanced at Jillian and she could see Maura wanted to be alone. Conner had been hovering like a mama. Jillian was of the belief that brother and sister needed to set their own boundaries. She was not getting in the middle of that.