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Gripping the neckline of his borrowed T-shirt, he began to pull the material up over his head.
    “No.” There was no laughter or smile, though. Brock seemed in deep contemplation, but Koba couldn’t tell if they were pleasant thoughts or not. “Why would she have my clothes here?”
    “Well, this did used to be your house, right?”
    “It was my dad’s. It’s the alpha’s house. I guess Mo moved in after he disappeared.”
    “So, it used to be your house. You grew up here.” The clothes Koba was currently sporting weren’t that old, though. The jeans were a little baggy on him, but they looked practically new. The harder he tried to puzzle out what Brock was trying to say, the more confused he became. “Can I buy a vowel?”
    “Why did she save my clothes? It’s like she was waiting for me to come back.”
    Ah. Now he got it. “Maybe she was.” Koba didn’t know the whole story, but the bits and pieces he’d heard had never added up for him. “She’s the only one who can tell you.”
    The timer sounded, indicating the biscuits were ready, and Brock busied himself with removing them from the oven. The avoidance of the issue wasn’t anything new, and Koba decided to let it go for the time being. “Should I wake her up?”
    “We should probably get back to the barn with the rest of the team. The food will be here when she wakes up.”
    “Do you really think we should leave her here alone?” It wasn’t that Koba thought the woman was weak or couldn’t defend herself. It was absurd to think that she could take on several Walkers at once, though, especially if she was unprepared for their arrival.
    “The sun will be coming up soon. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” The tightening at the corners of his eyes and the tick in the muscles of his jaw said otherwise, though.
    “Why don’t you move her to the bed? You take the guestroom, and I’ll crash on the sofa,” Koba offered. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share a bed with his mate, but it only made sense for one of them to be close to Moira while the other remained near both entrances to the house.
    “She won’t like it.”
    “She’ll like it a lot less if she’s dead,” he countered. Technically, Moira wouldn’t care about much if she was dead, but that wasn’t the point he was trying to make.
    Brock sighed and reached out to pull Koba into his arms. “You know I love you, right?”
    Holding lightly to Brock’s waist, Koba arched his neck to kiss the side of the man’s jaw. “I know. You love her, too, though, and there’s nothing wrong with that. She might not admit it, but she needs you.”
    “She needs us ,” Brock amended firmly.
    It wasn’t that Koba doubted his place in their relationship, but the reassurance was appreciated all the same. Smiling against the side of his mate’s neck, he stepped a little closer until the lengths of his their bodies pressed together. “Just talk to her, Brock.”
    The man sighed tiredly and rubbed their cheeks together for a moment before easing away. “Later.”
    “Don’t wait too long. Second chances can slip away just as fast as the first time around.” It wasn’t always easy to play the neutral observer and stand back while someone he cared about was hurting. Koba had seen the same longing and pain in Moira’s eyes, though.
    Both obviously felt they’d been jilted, but when two sides of a story didn’t match up, there was obviously something missing. It was apparent to Koba that there was a third side to the sordid tale, but it was destined to remain buried in the past if Brock and Moira weren’t willing to bend.
    Unfortunately, his presence would cause more harm than good at first. Brock was too afraid of doing or saying anything to hurt Koba, while Moira viewed him as the man Brock had replaced her with. “You get some rest. I’ll go check on the team.”
    “What?” Brock paused on his way out of the kitchen and arched an eyebrow. A look that usually meant Koba was in