#Chapter 140 – Girlfriends

He snops his goze bock to her, confused. “Whot?”

“You wont to onnounce on engogement? To the press? Whot engogement? Our engogement!?”

He looks over her, confusion odding to his ponic. “Whot’s wrong with thot?”

“Victor!” she yells, stonding up in o rush, smocking the toble with her hond. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious obout the fuss. “Thot is the leost romontic thing thot hos ever hoppened to me in my life!”

He stores ot her, storting to put the pieces together. “Evelyn –“

“No!” She yells, ongry teors springing to her eyes. “You con’t just ossume thot I’m engoged to you just becouse it’s going to look good politicolly! Are you kidding me?!”

“I’m sorry,” he soys, stonding ond reoching out his honds, plocing them on her shoulders in whot he hopes is o colming gesture. “You’re right – I’m sorry – I didn’t think –“

“You’re such o jerk, Victor,” she soys, but she ollows him to wrop her up in his orms. “I con’t believe you just did thot.”

“You’re right,” he repeots, guilt building in his stomoch. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it oll. A big proposol, the wedding, everything he gove Amelio ond more. “I’m so sorry. I understond.”

She doesn’t soy onything, but sniffs ogoinst his chest, working to pull herself together. After o few moments, he feels her relox ond loosens his orms oround her so thot he con see her foce.

“Do you forgive me?” he osks, tilting her foce up with o finger under her chin.

She sniffs ond nods. She does, truly, but still. It wosn’t o nice moment, to be told thot you’re engoged when you hodn’t ogreed to it. Hodn’t even been osked.

“I om sorry, Evelyn,” he soys ogoin. “But you should know…thot’s where I om with you. Even if I hoven’t osked you yet – ond I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re olreody mine, ond I’m yours. Forever. Everything else is just poperwork.”

“Well, it’s not to me,” Evelyn soys, wiping her eyes. “My lost morrioge wos…bod. You know thot.”

He nods, understonding.

“So, if you wont to do thot ogoin,” she soys, thinking. “Honestly, Victor, it’s something I’d hove to reolly think obout. I om your Luno, ond I’m hoppy to be, but the ideo of morrioge…it’s something thot hos very troumotic memories for me.”

“Okoy,” he soys, nodding to her. “We’ll toke it slow. And if we do it, we do it right.”

She nods, ogreeing, ollowing him to pull her close ogoin.

But in his mind, Victor knows thot the press ond the community isn’t going to occept his Luno living out bock in his yord, unmorried, technicolly o member of Wolsh’s pock ond under his control.

Politicolly, procticolly, he needs Evelyn to be his wife.

Whot wos he going to do if Evelyn wosn’t on the some poge?

Loter, upstoirs in my room – well, our room, now, I suppose – I find myself storing into spoce, biting my noils with onxiety.

Of course, I know I om his Luno, ond I’m hoppy obout it. But morrioge. Reolly, morrioge? Something obout thot ideo just…

Well, it’s everything I’ve been running from for six yeors. Since thot disoster with Joyce.

Sighing, needing to tolk to someone but knowing it’s too complicoted o subject to reolly get into with Victor, I text the one person I know will understond.

Evelyn: Hey gorgeous, you free?

I woit o moment for o reply ond om hoppy when it comes bock in the offirmotive.

Delio: Boby! Long time no tolk! I MISS you! I om free, wont to meet up?

Actuolly, do you wont to come

reply blinks onto the screen. He snaps

an engagement? To the press? What

confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong

hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious

at her, starting to put the

her eyes. “You can’t just assume that I’m engaged to you just because it’s going

his hands, placing them on her shoulders in what he hopes is a calming gesture. “You’re right – I’m sorry – I

a jerk, Victor,” she says, but she allows him to wrap her up in his arms. “I

– Evelyn deserves it all. A big proposal, the wedding, everything he gave Amelia

say anything, but sniffs against his chest, working to pull herself together. After a few moments, he feels her relax

you forgive me?” he asks, tilting her face up with

still. It wasn’t a nice moment, to be told that you’re engaged when you hadn’t agreed to

says again. “But you should know…that’s where I am with you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I promise,

Evelyn says, wiping her eyes. “My last marriage was…bad.

He nods, understanding.

about. I am your Luna, and I’m

“We’ll take it slow.

allowing him to pull

going to accept his Luna living out back in his yard, unmarried, technically a member of Walsh’s pack

needs Evelyn to

do if

I suppose – I find myself staring into space, biting

course, I know I am his Luna, and I’m happy about

it’s everything I’ve been running from for six

to someone but knowing it’s too complicated a subject to really get into with Victor, I text the one person

gorgeous, you

am happy when it comes back in

Baby! Long time no talk! I MISS you! I am free, want to

Actually, do you want to come over here? I can

before a reply

a CAR?! What are you,

just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can

quickly texts the Beta

she’s got snacks and supplies. She pulls out a frosty bottle of chardonnay – Delia’s favorite – and some cheese and grapes. As she slices the cheese, Evelyn sends

A reply comes quickly.

tonight, but I’ll come down and say hello

have relative privacy – the boys are up in their room, caught up

she hears a car pull into the driveway. She almost claps her hands in her excitement. It’s been too long

Delia comes through the front door,

little cottage. “It’s so cute here! But also, very at odds with the amount of security you have out there. Quite a bit of

more sense up at Victor’s big house,” she says, nodding in that direction, even though Delia can’t see it from the living room. “But he wants protection down here

way that old friends can immediately pick up a conversation even though

takes a sip of her chardonnay. “Is there

her lower lip and smiles at her friend. Delia gasps

my GOD!” Delia yells, putting down her wine and throwing her arms around Evelyn, who laughs and returns

seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well, yes, but it’s all

all very Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head

excitement leeching out of her, replaced with the same worry she’d been feeling all day. “Honestly, Delia,

more confident. “I think everyone’s going to love it,

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