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One of his hands reaches for my jaw, my face cupped in his large hand. “I know you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“No need to apologize, but I do need you to trust that I will keep you safe.”

“I do,” I hit the Darius contact button to make the call.

“I’ll have Ryker get Darius a gaming system so he has something to do while he stays,” Triston says as he starts for the bedroom again.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I call after him. “I don’t expect?—”

He turns in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the entrance as he looks over his shoulder at me, a stern look making his features sharper. “When you’re here, you’re mine to take care of, Honeyeh. Your brother too.”

“But Triston,” I take a step toward him. “It’s too much. I would never ask?—”

“No, you wouldn’t ask, which is why I’m telling.”

I’d argue more, but Darius answers the phone. “Hey, Honeyeh.”

“Hey, Dar,” I answer weakly. Triston makes it too easy to sink into his strength.

“Are you ever coming home? I’m bored.”

“Actually,” I clear my throat. “My boss has invited you to his house.”

“What?”

“I’m going to be working a lot of overtime, so he thinks its best that you just come here.”

Triston pipes in from the other room. “Tell him he’s got his own room with an en suite bathroom, TV, and gaming system. And tell him not to forget to bring a bathing suit in case he’d like to swim.”

“Sick! Does he have a pool?” Darius asks, sounding excited for the first time in forever.

“He does. We’ve got an appointment on Monday with Dr. Lawrence, so bring your dress slacks too.”

“Dress slacks?” Darius groans. “We’re American now. We don’t have to dress up for the doctor.”

“Bring them. We do it mom’s way,” I huff.

One corner of Triston’s mouth quirks up before he disappears. I hang up with Darius, and then follow Triston, who is in the bedroom. “Pack her clothes too and use the corporate card at Best Buy.” There is a pause as I lean in the doorway. “Yeah. Bring Rush. And keep an eye out. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

He hangs up and crosses to the bureau, pulling out a shirt from his drawer before he crosses to me. “Tired?”

I let him pull the shirt over my head as I nod. “A little.”

“Me too. Want to go to bed?”

I let him pull the shirt over my head as I drop the towel from my body, only to tip my head upside down to wrap my hair. “I’mjust going to wait for Darius. Which room did you want me to sleep in?”

One of his brows quirks up. “This one.”

My mouth opens and closes. We talked. Decisions have been made. And I am still so confused. Triston wants me in his house? In his bed?

With a sigh, I nod. I’d ask or argue, but I lied about being a little tired. I’m exhausted, and sleeping next to Triston sounds perfect. I’ll take whatever I can get right now and worry about the future another time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Triston