Page 67 of Wild Like Us

It always will be.

“I didn’t forget, you realize,” Jane says to me.

“Forget what?” I ask, trying not to break into another cold sweat.

“You and Sullivan,my cousin,” Jane emphasizes, letting go of Thatcher’s arm. She tears from his embrace just to step closer to me. “I think she quite likes you.”

I eye Jane like she’s eyeing me.Cobalts. They all must be descendants of Sherlock fucking Holmes. “Well, Iquitelike her.”

Jane instantly smiles. “Then do something about it.”

Thatcher exhales a heavy breath. “Akara loves her, Jane.”

Her eyes grow. “Since when?”

“It’s unspoken,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “This isn’t leaving the three of us.”

“Oui,” Jane nods. “Can I help in any way?”

A phone pings. Thatcher digs his cell out.

I shake my head to Jane. There’s nothing she can do. Sulli and I just need to confess to Akara that we kissed and then go from there.

Thatcher texts someone. He must feel me and Jane staring because he says, “It’s Donnelly.”

I shift my weight. “Is Xander alright?” Xander has had Donnelly as a bodyguard for almost a whole year. Not a week goes by where I’m not thinking about that kid.

“Yeah, he went to Wawa tonight.”

I start to smile. That must be the tenth time he’s gone to Wawa this month. Donnelly is good for the kid, and I could be a resentful asshat about it. Thinking that maybe I wasn’t doing enough for Xander when I was on his detail.

But Thatcher and I protected him during a time in his life where he lacked confidence, sought shelter indoors, and feared most people. A time where he was losing his brother to college. He needed us to be big brothers. Not cool friends.

Thatcher continues, “Donnelly is letting me know he’s going off-duty.” He hoists his phone, reminding me he’s out of comms-range with the two Omega bodyguards back in Philly: Paul Donnelly and Quinn Oliveira. As the lead, my brother has to know our whereabouts and wrangle all our asses.

I crack a smile. “My twin brother, from Cinderella toAdventures in Babysitting.”

Thatcher glares more at his phone. “And Quinn is the long-lost child I can’t fuckingfind.” He shoves his cell in his pocket. “It’s too much to ask for him to send me a text letting me know where he’s fucking off to. I havenoidea where he’s been today. Luna could be in a fucking ditch.”

Nowhe’sstressed out.

Jane whips out her phone. “I’ll text her and see what she’s up to.”

They’re a good team.

It’s my last thought before I spot Farrow and Maximoff exiting the motel room.Is Sulli okay?The single question pushes me off in their direction.

Nodding to my brother in a quicksee ya, I sprint over to Farrow while he’s mid-conversation. Straining my ears, I pick up some on my way.

“You have the keys?” Maximoff asks his husband. “I’m driving next.”

“You sure about that?” Farrow smiles, shifting the strap of his trauma bag.

“Let me think.” Maximoff barely pauses (the Hale sarcasm, I know well). “Yep. I’m over-my-dead-bodypositive.We agreed to switch off.”

“Okay, but I only drove for two hours. I’ll swap later, and you have something in your hair, wolf scout.”

Maximoff lets out a laugh, like he foiled Farrow’s master distraction plan. “No I don’t.”