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Suit

Where are you?

Elena

Pyro’s.

Suit

Angel said we have dinner tomorrow with your father?

Elena

Yeah. 7 pm.

Suit

What does he want?

Elena

No idea.

Suit

We will bring backup with us.

Elena

Okay.

Suit

I’m coming home now. I’ll come get you. You know I don’t like you there alone.

Sighing, I put my phone away and take a sip of my soda. “Why does going back to my childhood home sound like a trap somehow?”

“Because it’s not your home anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

We hang out in comfortable silence until Suit shows up. Like I couldn’t walk back the fifty or so yards to the clubhouse. He’s wearing his usual crisp white shirt folded up at the sleeves, and I don’t know why I find that so damn sexy, but I do. His inked forearms are delicious, and his biceps press against the material.

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. He says hello to Pyro, then turns back to me. “I spoke to Prez. He’s sending a few men with us just in case. They will wait outside.”

“Okay,” I reply, standing up. I wave at Pyro. “Thanks for letting me hang.”

“Anytime.”

Suit frowns at that, but says nothing. Instead, he takes my hand, linking it with his, and leads me back toward the clubhouse.

As we are walking past the twins’ houses, I hear a moan. Stopping in my tracks, I glance toward the trees to see Bones and Meredith fucking against a tree.

In broad daylight.

“Holy crap,” I mutter. Suit follows my line of sight, and then smirks, standing behind me and watching them.

“Doc likes it when Bones chases her through the forest in a mask. When he catches her, he gets to fuck her. Looks like they didn’t make it far this time,” he growls against my ear, sending shivers up my spine.