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“Our date is consisting of a dirty garage and canned food,” I pointed out. “Not exactly romantic.”

Lilly smirked. “The location doesn’t matter. What matters is who you are with.” Her grin widened when I blushed.

Desperate to change the subject from my love life, I blurted, “So you guys like vaginas?”

What. The. Fuck.

If I thought Lilly and Sam were going to be offended, I was sorely mistaken. They both erupted into uproarious laughter.

“Shit,” I muttered, searching my scrambled brain for something more appropriate to say. Because, really, when was talking about vaginas ever appropriate? Ronan still reprimanded me to that day for the earlier incident involving my speech concerning female body parts (long story).

“So you guys all live together?” I decided on. The house was small, only slightly larger than Fallon’s own granny home. I had assumed that most of the girls would have to share a room, but being able to have guest bedrooms? I wondered if there was a wardrobe to Narnia or something that I wasn’t aware of.

Sam, still snickering, said, “Lots of vaginas in this house.”

Lilly fell off the bed in peals oflaughter.

“Most of us prefer to share a room,” Sam said once she had gotten her own laughter under control. “It helps encourage us to remain communicative with the team instead of receding into our shells.”

“Believe it or not,” Lilly added, “I share a room with Lacey, not Sam.”

“And I share with Missy,” Sam said.

“Again, it’s to encourage family bonds, not just romantic ones.”

I supposed that made sense, though I was still confused over this ominous “team” mentioned so often. I would have to drill the boys for information at a later date.

Conversation turned from them to me, much to my chagrin. They questioned me on my relationship with each of the guys. A gasp escaped Sam’s lips when I told her that I was only dating Calax, my nemesis who wasn’t really my nemesis.

“Not the others?” she asked, brushing back my hair. She had insisted on styling it, despite my protests that my hair was fine down. Apparently, girls did other girls’ hair. Or something. I still struggled with the whole “friendship” concept. I mean, Ryder bitched up a storm when I painted his toenails, so how was I supposed to know what was acceptable and what wasn’t?

“I doubt that,” Lilly added from where she was sprawled on Sam’s bed. “This was the first time that they refused to take any of the girls to bed. They didn’t even consider it. And you don’t see them look at you when you’re not paying attention.”

I rolled my eyes at their dramatics, though my heart stuttered unhappily at the thought of them taking another girl to bed. As before, I told myself that my possessive and jealous response was unfounded. They would be disgusted if they heard my thoughts.

I knew that I felt strongly for Calax, but the rest of them?

Stop. Thinking.

Lilly left the room once to grab me a black dress. It hugged my upper curves deliciously, swooping out at the bottom to give my ass breathing room.

It was an instant win in my book. Anything that allowed the crack to fly free was a miracle.

Sam handed me back my undergarments, now washed, and I tried not to grimace in disappointment. So what if my nipples showed? They could make a surprisingly good weapon against any Ragers.

Deciding against the bra, I grudgingly put on the underwear. They felt like an ass prison.

Seriously, I might never wear underwear again now that I knew how freeing it was to have the cheeks hang out.

“Normally I like your thoughts, but today I’m just confused as hell,” Ryder stood in the doorway, face reflective as he considered me.

Lilly and Sam had long since left, and I had found myself surveying my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“I like going commando,” I said, before realizing that those words probably shouldn’t have left my mouth. I was a verbal freight train at times, derailed and barreling towards a heavily populated city; once I had a thought, you couldn’t stop me.

I met Ryder’s smoldering stare in the mirror. He had somehow snuck up behind me, his body warming mine even with the distance between us.

“You look really beautiful.” His words sounded choked. “Calax is a lucky man.”

Before I could question his eccentric behavior, he hurried from the room. My eyebrows touched my hairline, betraying my confusion.

Note to self: after date, confront Ryder on his strange behavior.

And check in with Tommy. I had a feeling if I was even a second late past the “curfew”, he would come charging into the garage with a shotgun.

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