like liquid butterscotch.
“H-hi.” She could barely choke out the words, looking from one man to the other even as desire slammed through her body. She thought she might have forgotten their proper features, as it had been so long since she’d seen them, but if she were honest with herself, she had to admit: she’d seen their faces every time she closed her eyes.
“Do you mind if we come in?”
Immediately, she stepped aside, allowing them entrance to her humble home. “These are for you.” Logan thrust the roses into her hand almost sheepishly before brushing past her into the living room. The flowers smelled heavenly – a large bunch of scarlet blooms that she hardly had room for.
Carefully, she set them on the kitchen counter before turning back to face them both. Aiden had seated himself on her small couch, across from her desk, while Logan hovered above. It was clear that the taller man was agitated – he seemed restless and uneasy, like a caged animal. Which, Seline reminded himself, was what he was.
“I must apologize for bursting in on you like this.” If Logan was agitated, Aiden was a mask of calm. “We’ve just come to tell you that we’re leaving the area for a while. Perhaps a week or two. We’ll be out of contact.”
“Two whole weeks?” She blurted the words, her eyes wide. By that time she could have made her decision and left McKinley. She was, she realized, out of time.
Aiden nodded curtly. “We thought we might check on you before we left – make sure there’s nothing you needed.”
“Nothing you wanted to tell us.” Logan butted in, his voice low and tense. All at once, his eyes fell on her desk and the letter upon it. Before Seline could snatch it out of the way, Logan darted forward with inhuman speed to pluck up the document and scan it quickly. His eyes widened before jerking to her.
The pain she found there was arresting. “You’re leaving?”
His low, incredulous words made her heart twist with guilt.
“I don’t know.” She managed, glancing back at Aiden, whose expression was still neutral. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Holding out his hand, the blonde gave her a warm smile. “May I see the letter?” In his face, Seline detected not a single iota of the agitation rampant in Logan’s taut, muscular form. Slowly, she took the crumpled paper from the taller man before smoothing it out and offering it to Aiden. He read it quickly before handing it back to her, his expression unchanged.
“Congratulations. You know, I’ve actually taken the time to read a few of your books. You’re quite a talented writer”
Christ, they were taking this way too placidly for men who had professed they couldn’t live without her. She looked from Aiden’s calm face to Logan’s tense one, at a complete loss for words.
“So…that’s it? You’re just going to let me go?”
“ Hell no .”
Logan’s gruff growl was cut off by a sharp warning look from Aiden. “If that’s what you want.” The gray eyed man turned back to Seline as his face softened once more. “Of course.”
“But I thought…” She trailed off, wondering what, exactly, she had expected from them. Pleading? Begging? Mad professions of love?
“What did you think?” Logan cut in brusquely, his icy blue eyes wrought with pain. “That we’d follow you to the ends of the earth? That wed chase after you and force you? We might be shifters, woman, but at the end of the day, we’re just men. You
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