102 - When Pigs Fly

~Tate’s Point of View~

“If a woman says she’s fine, you should break out the bullet proof vests,” I whisper, as Rowan and Luc both pace outside the bathroom where Harlow had locked herself in with Reha.

I sat on a chair I’d moved near the door, hating to admit that I was still a bit wobbly on my leg after being shot.

*Not the time for jokes idiot, even I know that,* Colt whines, as he paces in my head.

I didn’t have a ton of experience with real long term relationships with women, but my parents were hot and cold more than often when I was growing up. Not to mention since I’m the youngest, I saw how my sisters were.

*And ever think the hot and cold is why they had so many pups,* Colt says, as if I should have known. I make a face and cringe.

“Baby, let one of us in. Any one of us,” Rowan says, putting his hand on the door and begging. Any of us could break the door down. Rowan or I could teleport to the other side. But we wouldn’t dare do that to her.

“She’s never had to face one of