Page 106 of Allegiant

At least, they do for me.

I’ll never be able to repay him for how he’s stitched me back together, but maybe, just maybe, this idea will go a little way toward that.

I click on yet another website and freeze as a familiar face fills my screen. “No fucking way.”

Another few clicks confirm it. How the fuck did I not know this?

My feet carry me nimbly through the house. I head in the direction of the conference room before remembering they’re in a meeting.

Fuck.

Well, this doesn’t need to be done now, I guess. As much as I don’t want to, I can wait.

Resigned, I turn back in the direction of Samson’s room. But before I can take a step, the door opens behind me.

A large body covers my own as familiar hands tug me backward. “What are you doing here?”

I laugh breathlessly as Samson kisses along the side of my neck. “I’m actually looking for Dalton.”

He freezes, his lips against my collarbone. “What the fuck do you want with Dalton?”

“Maybe he’s realized I’m the most handsome brother,” Dalton drawls as he comes around in front of me. He smirks over my shoulder at Samson. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with him. I can probably teach him a thing or two about how a man should be treated. I am the expert, after all.”

Samson tenses, his hands gripping my hips to the point of pain. If he leaves bruises there, I might die with joy.

“Fuck off before I slit your throat.”

“Want me to hold him for you?” Jackson asks as he saunters up, shooting Dalton a cocky look. “I’m bigger than him now.”

I blink in surprise. Why was Jackson in the meeting? He’s not immediate family, just the brother of Matthias’s husband. Does he work for the same business as the others? And in that vein, why was Dalton in the meeting if he’s an architect?

Do the Buckinghams build things, too?

I’m so confused.

Dalton’s face darkens as he glares at Jackson, a twitch in his jaw. “You might be bigger than me, but I can pin you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Jackson smirks as Dalton’s lips part. Jackson touches his chin, forcing his mouth closed with strong fingers. “Close your mouth, babe. You’ll catch flies.”

A vein starts to throb in Dalton’s forehead as he watches Jackson stroll away, hands in his pockets, whistling a merry tune.

Samson chuckles. “How’s that expert life going for you?”

“Fuck off,” Dalton snaps, his hands fisting at his sides. “You know it’s not like that with Jackson.”

I try to cover my laugh with a cough, but from how Dalton switches his glare to me, I don’t think I’m successful.

“I really do need to speak to you,” I say apologetically. “If you have time?”

Dalton’s face clears, and he gives me a nod. “Sure. Anything to piss Samson off.”

Technically, this is something that’ll make Samson very happy, but I’m not going to correct him.

I go to pull out of Samson’s grip, but he stubbornly tightens his arms. “Give him back his watch, Dalton.”

Surprised, I glance down at my bare wrist. When the fuck did he take that? I really need to keep a closer eye on him.

He sighs and lets my watch dangle from two fingers.