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him. She didn’t always choose the mature path, no matter how hard she tried.
    Right now, maturity was barely winning out.
    Barely.
    With intent, she held back from touching him or sitting within physical proximity. Sometimes she wanted to nurture her anger. Defensive? Yes. Unfair? To everyone. But when she was outnumbered two to one and there was no blueprint for how to navigate living with two men in a balanced (supposedly), permanent, loving threesome, she had so few options that gave her any sense of equilibrium, no matter how misguided at times.
    If being angry and embracing it was a stepping stone to a better understanding of who she was within this crazy relationship, then so be it.
    Besides, if Mike could be pissed for two days and take it out on her, she should be able to have a couple of hours where the guys were in the wrong, right?
    Balance and all that.
    Balance was increasingly overrated.

Mike
    Run. Run and just…run some more. His body started the low, deep rumble, the vibration that made his soul scream out for release. Whatever was going on inside him didn’t have words, and that made interacting with Laura and Dylan so damn hard.
    Words were hard.
    Running was easy.
    The pounding of his feet on the pavement, the blur of trees and sunshine and clouds. Or, hell, rain pelting him while he ran in the heat, stripping off his shirt and being as close to nature as he could. Within public nudity laws and basic physics, because naked running would, um, hurt. Rebound effect and all that.
    As Laura’s speckled green eyes glared at him, he stood shirtless and commando, his jeans an afterthought, his body pulsing now with the desire not to escape, but to push his body into a zone where emotions could be handled one by one, instead of on top of each other in a giant pile.
    Right now, his inner world looked like a fucking garbage dump.
    And no one wanted to smell that.
    “What’s wrong, Laura? What did I say?”
    “It’s what you don’t say,” she said with a sigh. Mike knew that sigh. He’d thrown it around these past few days. No name for it, unfortunately. It just was, like a stray cat that shows up on your door and proceeds to piss all over the perimeter of your home, claiming its territory and making life m i serable for you.
    Until it decides to leave.
    He had no control over these feelings. None. It made his jaw tighten, because holy shit—if he could n’t control his own feelings, how could he reach out and help Laura with hers?
    It made him feel like a giant failure. As he towered over her, standing behind her at the sink, he saw their height difference and realized that compared to her, he really was a giant.
    Failure, too.
    These damn feelings…and talking. Laura had been content, when they’d first met, to have him be silent and to just be with him. In fact, she had seemed to like his stillness. Years of meditation, practice, and thousands of miles eaten up by his legs had gotten him to that point. The reality of being centered on the inside was that it took a lot more work than it seemed from the outside.  
    And now, Laura had worked to pierce his shield and succeeded, not just with sex but with the expression of caring, of wanting to ride out his confused mood with him. Not just to help, but to walk alongside him on his psychological journey as he plumbed whatever these emotions were.
    That was love.
    That was rare .
    She tilted her head to the side and the expanse of her creamy skin, where the neck and shoulder met, called out for a kiss. Not knowing what else he could do without screwing this up more, he planted a tiny kiss there, his tongue slipping out to taste her. Salty, with a touch of something more. Laura seemed to have an essence about her, and not just in her sensual juices when they made love.
    She tasted like Laura . He couldn’t describe it any more than he could detail what an orgasm felt like, or how he’d experienced the moment Jillian’s head had crowned, watching his