That she was about to disappoint us.

“Could I… um… maybe… come in?” she asked.

Never in my life had I seen Kyra this nervous around me, or any of us, for that matter. Even though I was aching at the idea that she was gonna take that shithead back, I still wanted to wrap her up in my warmth and keep her safe. I wanted her to know that everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to know that she was strong and graceful and too fucking good for that manipulative, conniving asshole.

But seeing her with another man after what we’d just done two nights ago prevented me from scooping her up the way my soul screamed for me to do.

“Sure,” I said as I stepped aside. “Come on in.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN - ETHAN

Kyra stood in front of us with her face turned to th

e floor. I had no idea what the fuck she was about to say but there was only one thing I knew: a pretty face like hers should never look as guilty as it did now. One arm was stretched across that beautiful body of hers while her free hand held her elbow and she looked downright ashamed. She was fucking standing there in all her glory after having lunch with her ex, like she thought she could play our emotions or something. She’d just ridden all our fucking laps, making us the happiest men on this planet, and then she met with that douchebag like nothing had ever happened.

What the fuck did she expect us to tell her?

“Where’s your fiancé?” I asked.

I could feel all my brothers turn their gazes toward me as Kyra lifted her head. I didn’t give a shit how it sounded. I was pissed. Pissed that she could do this to us… ask for it all and then turn around and hold hands with that asshole twenty-four hours later. She fucked up and I wanted her to know that she had.

“Headed back to the city, I guess,” she said, frowning.

“You guys back together?” I asked.

“Ethan,” Chance scolded.

“Shut the fuck up, dude. You know you’re pissed. I’m just the only one brave enough to show it, even though she’s acting all innocent.”

“Ethan,” she said breathlessly.

“What?” I asked. “You ride all our cocks and then bow down when that asshole comes into town? What’d he do? Crook his finger? Promise you a bigger ring? Apologize for being the shithead he is?”

“That’s enough,” Chance said.

“Are you two back together?” I asked again.

My eyes were holding her gaze while her guilt washed over her face. I was seeing nothing but red. My fists were clenched at my sides, even as my heart screamed out to envelop her in my arms. I couldn’t imagine what she was going through, but my anger was getting the best of me. I knew it was and the problem was I didn’t give a shit about it.

“I think the least we deserve is an answer,” I said.

“He’s right,” Owen said. “Are you two back together?”

She sniffled, her head bowing back to the floor as she shook her head.

“What did you guys talk about?” I asked.

I shot a glance at Chance to shut him up before he opened his fucking mouth.

“He… um…”

I could see her body trembling and Harper stepped up to comfort her. He draped his arm around her shaking form, pulling her in close as tears began to drip down her face. I felt my fists unclench as I took a deep breath but her show of emotion wasn’t going to sway me.

I wanted answers.

We all wanted answers.

“He… uh… set a wedding date. For October.”

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