** Poppy’s POV **
They stand, but they don’t move. That’s the first thing I notice. Not the cabin, nor the way the porch light casts a warm gold over them. Not even the way the bond feels thicker here, heavier in my chest. They are so still.
I’m not sure what I expected… running into each other’s arms? Angry stomping? Possessive growling? Frantically being checked over?
Instead, Leo stands to the left, solid and still, shoulders squared as if he’s bracing for impact. Jake is half a step behind him, his hands flexing at his sides as if he doesn’t trust them not to reach for me. Neither of them takes a single step forward, and the distance between us stretches wide and tense.
I swallow. This was my idea. I asked Callen to bring me to them. I had felt brave when I said it, but now it fee
