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“I’ll promise you whatever you want,” I vowed. I would. As soon as she let me ravish her mouth the way her lips were begging to be kissed.

“What about you?” Hana raised her voice, startling me away from her luscious lips.

Logan was still standing outside the bathroom, watching us. Fuck, I had forgotten about him. Now, I held my breath waiting for him to answer Hana’s challenge.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Hana

I knew Logan was waiting outside the bathroom like a damn predator. He lurked like that. The minute he shook me hard enough to pull me from my pleasant slumber, I hadn’t had time to breathe. All he had told me was that Joseph was going to hurt himself in the bathroom. I then jumped out of bed, naked, shooting a look of frustration at Logan for my missing clothing. He’d assured me earlier that all he wanted to do was hold me. Then how did I end up nude?

I couldn’t focus on Logan’s obsession—not when I had to help fix Jojo. I was the one who broke him. I knew more than anyone how fragile he really was. It should’ve never gotten to this. I should’ve been more supportive of my best friend. I almost lost him. After everything else I’d lost this year, Joseph Pierce wasn’t going to be added to that list. Enough was enough.

“What about you?” I asked my husband.

“What am I promising?” Logan’s deep voice called.

“You’re promising to keep a level head when we come out to talk.”

Logan was the one of us who was more likely to lose his shit, but we all needed to talk. A real talk with all our cards on the table. I couldn’t lose anything more. I’d do anything to never find myself in this bathroom with Jojo ever again. What would have happened if I hadn’t stayed tonight, and instead gone to Logan’s like Joseph thought I had?

Joseph pulled me away from the wall and we left the bathroom.

“Where are we doing this?” Logan asked Joseph.

I wanted to hug him for letting Joseph keep control of the situation. The two of them were going to have to learn how to share.

I ran a hand down Joseph’s arm bringing his attention to me. “Would you feel more comfortable in your bedroom or in the kitchen?”

“Maybe in the living room?” Logan suggested.

“No, there are too many memories, and the way my thoughts are going, I think my bedroom would be best.” Joseph left no room for arguments.

We followed him to his room like sheep. I settled on his bed and waited for the guys. Logan brought in an extra chair, and Joseph sat on the bed beside me. I turned my body so I could lean against the headboard but see both of them.

“I think it’s high time we had an adult conversation about this relationship, don’t you?” I asked my men.

“What relationship?” Joseph huffed.

“There won’t be any of that,” Logan snapped. “We all need to keep cool as we navigate what has happened over the last few weeks between us.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” I snapped at Logan. He was the one who lost his mind more than either of us.

“None of your disrespect, little Hana,” Logan warned. His eyes latched onto the bruises that were still healing on my neck.

“He’s right, baby girl,” Joseph admonished. “All this antagonization isn’t good for me right now—for any of us.”

I hung my head. What was wrong with me? I’d never been like this before. I felt out of control more and more.

“Right, who wants to start?” Logan looked between the both of us.

“I will,” Joseph said.

Then he went silent. I wasn’t going to prod him further. He needed to do this in his own time.

Joseph let out a sigh. “It was all too much. While I don’t believe that Hana meant to reject me, it hurt. It put me right back to that place I’d worked so hard to get out of.”

Fuck, he’s talking about when he moved into my parents’ house. They had kicked him out and Joseph wasn’t his usual self after that. It took years to get that peppy, boisterous man back in my life. Once I had, I’d promised myself I would never let him go again. Now, look at what I've done.