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“Have either of you said anything to my brothers?” I ask.

Because they don’t need this right now. Their focus should be on their families. Not on me.

“No. We thought we’d talk to you first,” Reggie answers.

I nod.

“What makes you think there’s something going on with me?”

Reggie scratches his beard. Always thoughtful, always calculating before he speaks.

“You’re showing emotions. You don’t seem so cold. Something’s gotten to you, and I don’t think you’ve even realized it yet, Finn.”

I rub my chest without thinking. That ache. Persistent. Unsettling.

Maybe I am sick.

Or maybe—it’s her.

“Have either of you ever been obsessed with a woman?” I ask.

They exchange glances before looking back at me.

“We’ve had relationships, short ones, but nothing to obsess over,” Rowan says carefully.

“So the fact I think about this one every waking second… dream of her every night… and have researched her like a goddamn lab subject for almost six years, writing what could practically be a report on her… that’s not normal?”

Reggie’s eyes widen, horrified. Rowan bursts into laughter.

“No. You’re fucking with us,” Rowan chuckles, shaking his head.

I stay silent, unmoved.

“Is there something wrong?” I ask, deadpan.

Reggie shifts, scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s obsession, yeah, Finn. Does she even know? Have you asked her out?”

I reach into my pocket, pull out my wedding ring, and slip it onto my finger. Then hold it up for them to see.

“I married her,” I say flatly.

Reggie chokes on a cough.

“You are fucking joking, right?”

I shake my head once.

“Married. By accident. She’s trying to annul it. I won’t let her.”

The silence that follows stretches long. I hold up my hand with the wedding ring proudly positioned. How have they missed that?

“Fuck, man. I don’t even know what to say,” Reggie mutters, stunned.

“Have you had sex with her?” Rowan asks.

I raise a brow at him.