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“I’m sorry… I was online with Sheena.Then Keely called…” Her voice fractured.
“What’s wrong?”he demanded sharply.
“She’s mad at me.”
“Because of me?”
“Because of us.She thinks she’s losing me.”
“You have two demanding alphas in your life.One has to win eventually, baby.”His tone spelled out clearly that he intended to be the victor.And damned if she didn’t want it to be him.
“I want you both.”
“Then we’ll find a way to make it work.”He spoke with such conviction that it immediately set her anxiety at ease.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.Did you see the photo?”he asked warily.
“Yes,” she answered simply.“It’s…”
“Revealing?Yes.It is.”
“Do you know who took it?”
“Yes.”His voice turned deadly sharp.“And that problem’s been taken care of.”
Her breath shuddered out.“Is there another problem?”She didn’t know if she could bear it if this picture became yet another thing between them.
“I’m working on it.We’ll talk about it when I get there.”
Surprise arrowed through her.“You’re on your way here?”
His silence told her how he felt about her question.
“Sorry, I just didn’t think…”
“No, you didn’t.I’ll be there in five minutes.You know what to do.”He hung up.
She got up from her tiny desk and went to the door to buzz down to the front desk.“Vlad, I have a friend coming over.”
“Yes, Miss Green.He’s already here.He’s on his way up.”
When Zach exited the elevator a minute later, his face was set in grim lines.She realized he’d tried to moderate his tone on the phone.Seeing him, watching the tension twisting through his frame and the way he moved, she swallowed.
“Is it that bad?”she asked after he set her free following a searing kiss.
He shut the front door and followed her into the living room.“It could be,” he clipped out.He stared at her for a long moment, then he began to pace the room.
“Don’t shut me out.You’re worried.Tell me why,” she said.
He stopped and jerked his fingers through his hair.“I didn’t want certain parties finding out about us.Just yet.”
She winced inwardly at the dart of pain that lanced beneath her breastbone.
“Certain parties.”
“Farrah’s family,” he replied.“I don’t care that they know about you, but I don’t want to give them any more ammunition to stall them providing their consent.”