Lincoln’s jaw clenched. “Do you not give a f-fuck at all about whether she t-trusts us? If you do that and she f-finds out, you’re screwed, Yates.”
“I would much rather have her fucking furious at me and have to beg for her trust back than to ever see her lying in a goddamn hospital bed,” Yates bit out, authentic fear flashing across his face, making my cousin deflate slightly.
He continued, running a hand through his hair and looking at her house, “It’s the best option, King. Any time you want to put the other plan into action, fine, but we’ve let this go on for way too long. I’m done not stepping in.”
I may not agree with his tactics, but the man wasn’t wrong, exactly.
“Are all of you insane?” I finally voiced. “All of this shit is her decision, right? You can’t just tap her phone, mate. That’s fucked up.”
Right? That was a fucked up thing to do, last time I checked…
The twins both offered me an amused smirk and shook their heads as King and Yates both offered me a blank look as if I’d spoken a different language. Had I? Maybe I’d slipped into Gaelic because of my frustration and confusion…
I felt a surge of protectiveness that I’d never experienced before run over me, imagining what Yates was saying about her in a hospital bed. Fuck that shit. My fingers twitched as I tried to not run them through my hair in frustration. I think this woman had cast some type of spell on me—it was the only explanation for my irrational way of thinking.
It made more sense that she had magic, that she was some ethereal fairy that I couldn’t help but be pulled to, than the thought that I was obsessed with a woman I’d met less than an hour ago. Maybe I was jet lagged and needed some sleep. That also made sense.
“This shit isnother decision,” Yates insisted, frowning at my words. “I’ll carry her little ass to the office every day if that is what it takes to make sure she is healthy.”
“This isn’t the right way to handle it,” King pointed out, “but he’s right. We have to do something, even if it is something to move her in the right direction to being more open with us. We can’t handle this properly unless she tells us what the fuck is going on.”
“What do you suggest we do then?” Yates asked, putting his hands out in question.
“I think you need to drop this job bullshit, first of all. You don’t get to take up her entire day,” King growled.
Shaking my head, I inhaled on my cigarette, and my gaze flickered up to the window I’d seen her in before. Why did I feel like this year was going to be really different than usual? As if everything was about to change?
Because of Dahlia. She was already changing everything.