Chapter 8

“Dec?”

“Yeah, okay. Well, that’s a good thing. I’m glad he’s helping.”

I squinted. “Are you okay? You sound funny.”

“Sure.” He squeaked, then after a second, let out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I get it, I really do. At first, I was pissed, obviously. We should know about these things. What if something bad had happened? But I get why you didn’t want to tell and I get why you’d choose Holden.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said as though it was totally obvious. “Holden is hotter than hell and very caring. You know he’s a Dom, right?”

“Yes,” I said suspiciously. “I do in fact know that. I also know he’s hot and caring. The real question is, how do youknow that?”

Dead silence. So complete I was sure he’d hung up on me. But when I pulled the phone away from my ear to check, I saw the timer still counting up seconds.

“Declan?” My voice was cautious and something crashed on his side of the phone. Apparently I’d startled him.