“Is it crazy that I already love you…” I say quietly, my chest packed with emotion. “Both of you? I love…this. I love us. It feels like we are exactly what was supposed to happen.” Ruger makes a sound. “You’re not crazy, Wendy. I love you, too.” He swallows hard. “Both of you.” Klay holds me closer. Tighter. “I love you,” he says, feeling packed into every word. It takes him a couple of extra ticks to look at Ruger, his throat working in patters. “Both. Both of you.”
