Ares shakes my hand, giving me a lopsided smile. “I’ve heard so much about you,” he says. “Likewise,” I reply, and I can’t help laughing. Ares laughs with me, understanding at once what I mean. Rafe looks chagrined. “Wondering which one of us you actually fell in love with?” he says to me. I slip my hand in his and kiss him on the corner of his mouth, where his stubble rasps against my lips. “Don’t worry,” I say. “You were yourself all along.”
