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I sit up, coming alert in a second. “Yes?”

“This is Dr. Lawrence, Darius’s doctor.”

Next to me, Honeyeh has yet to stir. I place my hand on her hip, preparing to wake her. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning,” Dr. Lawrence clears his throat. “Sorry to wake you but I tried to call Honeyeh’s phone, and she didn’t pick up. I’d like to have Darius here no later than six.”

I shake Honeyeh. It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for. “You have a donor.”

“We have a donor,” he says, his smile evident through the phone.

“No problem, we’ll make it happen.”

“Good,” the doctor says, rattling off a few more details as Honeyeh rolls over, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes.

I run an absent hand up her arm to cup her cheek. “What is it?” she asks, slowly blinking.

“It’s happened. Darius is having surgery today.”

She bolts up, her hair cascading around her torso. She doesn’t know it, but I’ve spent the last two days preparing for this.

I’ve already hired round-the-clock nurses and have ordered a hospital bed for the early days of recovery.

I know that Honeyeh will do a great deal of Darius’s care herself, but I want her to have any help she needs.

She tosses the covers back and jumps from the bed, swaying on her feet. I’ve already learned that Honeyeh is slow to wake up, so I’ve got my hand at the ready, steadying her hip.

“Thank you, Dr. Lawrence, we’ll see you in a few hours.” I hang up the phone as Honeyeh stares down at me.

“What should we do?” she asks.

I give her a little tug. “You should lay back down. Give yourself a minute to wake up.”

She does as I suggest, sliding back into the bed. My body covers hers as I gather her close.

“This is amazing,” she whispers into my neck. “And terrifying.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time. Together.”

Her legs circle my waist, her arms my neck, placing me exactly where I want to be, wrapped in Honeyeh.

I lean down, kissing her with a slow sensual passion that has both of us panting.

God, I fucking love her, and I can’t get enough.

That’s when a knock sounds on the door.

I grimace, lifting my head. Who is knocking on my door at three in the morning. “What?” I bark.

“I heard you on the phone,” Ryker calls back. “Did you get the same call I did?”

I sigh, because having my brothers here has made this house feel small.

We haven’t lived together for a very long time, and I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have them in my business like this.

Whenever Honeyeh leaves the room, they instantly start teasing me about how loud the sex is with me and her. I get it. We’re shaking the rafters.

But it’s my fucking house and Honeyeh is the love of my life. I’m not going to stop making her scream.