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I tilted my head, confused what she was getting at. And then the realization hit me like a bucket of cold water.

“I…. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I blustered. But I could feel the ice coursing through my veins, knew my face would have given everything away.

“Don’t play coy with me, Bunny.” Spencer rested her hands on the edges of my stool, caging me in with her arms as her face drew closer to mine. “We’re next door. We hear everything you two get up to. And trust me, I’ve had a lot of fun listening in.”

My skin prickled beneath her hungry gaze, but this time, sheer mortification snuffed the flame her attention usually sparked in me.

She knew about me and Dom. Leo knew. They knew exactly how needy she made me, exactly how far I would let her push me despite her brutish behavior. My pride crumbled the second we were alone, and there was no denying that now.

And if they could hear us…

My stomach twisted as my hand clamped over my mouth. “Oh my god, do you think that Viv⁠—?”

Before I could finish the question, Dom strode through the kitchen to the back door, scowling as her eyes landed on our compromising position.

“Get a room,” she snarled, reaching for the handle.

Spencer’s eyes lit up as she prepared to quip back, but I silenced her with a quick shake of the head.

Please, I’ve already been embarrassed enough for one morning.

Smirking, she gave me a little kiss on the cheek before relenting, pushing off of my stool and turning back to the cabinet to grab plates.

Meanwhile, Dom had tossed open the back door and stuck her head out to shout, “Leo, come in. We’ve gotta talk.”

“Perfect timing,” Spencer hummed. “Breakfast is ready.”

19

KIERA

I moved to the kitchen table to give Spencer some space to arrange the plates, but the seat was far less comfortable. Dom sulked directly across from me, refusing to even make eye contact as she waited for our little roommate meeting to start. But I couldn’t be bothered to put up a stink about her shitty attitude through all of my racing thoughts.

Does she know that Spencer and Leo know about us? Should I tell her?

We’d never explicitly discussed keeping it a secret, but it clearly wasn’t something either of us were proud of.

The thought was broken as the back door swung open to unleash an 80-pound ball of fluff upon the kitchen. Panting and slobbering, Lady charged right for me, crashing her heavy skull into my thigh.

“Jesus, Lady,” I groaned, rubbing my sore leg. “Gonna give yourself a concussion.”

“She’s excited to see you,” Leo crooned from the doorway. “Can’t say I blame her.”

I rolled my eyes, cupping Lady’s big head in both hands and giving her a scratch behind her ear. “Your daddy is very silly.”

“I thought I was Lady’s dad,” Spencer protested, spooning fluffy scrambled eggs onto a plate.

“She can have multiple dads. We’re a modern family, isn’t that right little girl?” I cooed, planting a little kiss on her forehead.

“I’m not that thing’s dad.” Dom grumbled.

Leo sighed, taking a seat beside me and scratching Lady’s haunches. “Makes sense. She’s too sweet to have come from you.”

Dom rolled her eyes. “Ha-ha-ha, very funny Sergeant Chucklehead. Can we talk now, or do you need to test some more material?”

“We can’t meet without something to eat!” Spencer called over her shoulder.

“How fucking long does it take to plate scrambled eggs?” Dom growled.