while she gets an extra set of hands, he gets moral support.”
“Pretty much, but I think it’s more than just a chance to spend time with her and get support in return. Something in his voice… I think he’s finally going to make a move for more. I don’t know where I am with that.”
He grabbed the measuring cup beside him and took it and the glass bowl over to the stand mixer. He turned it on low and slowly poured the small amount of organic beet juice into the stainless steel bowl to color the red velvet cake batter. Next he added the dry mix to the rest of the waiting wet ingredients, incorporating it a spoonful at a time. “Nervous, I think I feel nervous, well, more nervous.”
“I thought you said Kryssa was your biggest cheerleader. Are you nervous that you’re in competition with her?”
Caleb quickly shook his head. “No, it’s never been like that. I’ve encouraged Xander to go for it from early on when they first met. I thought they’d be good for each other, and I felt better knowing Kryssa would take care of him the next time I left.” He looked over at her. “Even when his brothers were at their most negative and vocal, Kryssa never wavered in her support. She offered to throw me out a window the first time Xander and I were off-again after they became friends, but the goal was to clear the way so we could go straight to make-up/comfort sex after I healed.” Caleb laughed and nodded. “I know she’s been on my side from the beginning. And with his Fae blood and my Therian and Vampire instincts, I knew we’d go back to being polyamorous eventually; we always do. I’ve even spent more time than I should admit to wondering about it being Kryssa. It makes sense that he’s following one big decision with another and putting it all on the table together. I get it.”
Kathleen walked over with the silicone cake pans. “So then if you don’t think it’s a choice between the two of you, and you don’t think she’s going to talk him out of the partnership and adding her to the mix works for you, why are you nervous? It can only be a good thing if he’s here with someone rooting for you and in a mindset for wanting more, right?”
“Right, right, it’s a good thing, definitely.” He scraped the batter down the sides of the bowl with a spatula. “This is just great…if it works out.”
“What do you mean?”
Caleb turned off the mixer. “Xander is charming and sweet and funny and brilliant and beautiful—and Kryssa still dodged him these last two plus years. If he plans on making a move, it’s because there’s been some kind of clear signal or message. Maybe the fact her sabbatical starts in the fall has mellowed her out; I don’t know. What I do know is that if she held out this long and only now means to give him a chance, it’s not going to be an easy thing. This could all go sideways, and I don’t want to be the cause. It would break his heart, and I do enough of that by myself without causing Kryssa to do the same thing because I spooked her.”
Kathleen hugged him from behind while he poured his batter into the pans. “Caleb, there’s never been any animosity between you and Xander. He knew how you were back in college, and he accepted it. If his brothers didn’t give him such a hard time about it, things would be different. Things are different. This is all going to work out. You just have to give it a shot and stop blaming yourself. Xander is going to understand, the two of you are going to work this out, and Kryssa is going to help.”
Caleb sat the bowl down and hugged her arms. “You have to say that; you’re my sister and my bonded-sibling. What’s the point of all that time spent crawling around in each other’s psyches if you don’t lie to me when I need you to?”
Kathleen shook him. “My job isn’t to lie to you, baby brother. It’s to tell you the truth as I know it and, when the truth doesn’t line up to what you want, to fix it until it
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