Ken had left for an emergency at work and came back two hours later. Brooklyn waited until he finished freshening up before going in.
He was stretched out on the bed, shirt loosened, one arm behind his head. When Brooklyn walked in, he smiled. It faded the moment he saw her face.
"My heart… what is it?" He swung his legs off the bed and stepped toward her.
"Arianna," she murmured.
His steps slowed. "What about her?"
"She moved in with us," she said. Her voice cracked. She pressed her fingers together, then let them fall apart. "She keeps saying things… ugly things. Not straight at me, but I hear it."
"What kind of things does she keep saying?" Ken asked.
"Ken..." Brooklyn's fingers tightened around his hand. "I need you to be honest with me. Were you ever planning to make Arianna your mate? Were you going to hand me severance papers next week and call it a surprise?"
Ken stared at her. "No." He lifted her chin. "You're my everything. Where is this coming from?"
