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Vaughn gestured toward the airport doors, hand falling to the small of my back as we crossed the busy streets to the parking garage.

Sweetness and orange. God, this wasn’t fair. No wonder they did this for a living. They were sex on a stick. Women of every designation probably fell all over them. If I looked like that, I might be an escort too.

I hadn’t changed my mind about the sex, tempting as it was. I was better off alone. I couldn’t take the heartbreak all over again if another person—or pack—decided I wasn’t worth it.

They led me to a giant dark SUV with tinted windows. Joel and Cade spoke quietly behind us, but I couldn’t hear what they said. I pulled out my phone to respond to some of the other texts I had so I wouldn’t just be… silent.

I sent the message to my group chat with Trinity and Ocean.

ISOLDE

I’m here. I’m with them. You were right, Rin. They’re hot AF. This is also *awkward* AF.

TRINITY

Why? Because you want to bang them?

ISOLDE

Or because I’m about to get into a car with five complete strangers who know everything about me and smell incredible?

I could practically hear her laughing.

TRINITY

Sounds like a personal problem to me.

OCEAN

Well, I guess it’s a good thing though? You won’t mind spending the time with them.

ISOLDE

True.

But seriously.

This was a bad idea.

TRINITY

The best ones always are.

“Where would you like to sit, Isolde?” Cade’s voice dragged my eyes from the screen. It was low and just a little rough. The kind of voice you imagined hearing in places that were shadowed and intimate.

I swallowed.

“I’m not sure. Wherever it’s easiest to talk, I guess?”

Hawk pulled open the side door and smiled. “I’ll take the back. Cade, you’re with me. Isolde, why don’t you sit in the middle row with Vaughn. You’ll be able to see everyone.”

With a grateful nod, I obeyed. This was overwhelming enough as it was, and I was secretly glad not to have to spend the hour-long drive turned around in the front seat just to see them.

Cade turned and grabbed my hand to help me into the car, and the gentle strength there froze me. He helped me without even thinking about it. Like it was a given. The same way Rowan was loading my bag into the back. Like it was an automatic thing.

I guess it was, since I was paying them to do it.

The butterflies in my stomach turned sour.

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