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Which I loved. Then again, I loved all of this.
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“All my friends are heathens—”
“Your friends are calling.” Luke talked over my ringtone.
Last night, I slept better than in ages, and we’d all been awake for a bit this morning, but there was the sex, and the lying around, talking about breakfast, rather than actually getting it.
“I’ll get it.” Chase climbed from my bed. He looked gorgeous and very naked.
Speaking of— “They’re probably on Facetime.” I didn’t move to stop him.
“You get it.” Chase tossed the phone to Luke, who was still covered by blankets, and pulled on his boxers.
Luke swiped to answer. “This is Anne’s phone. She’s tied up at the moment—”
“Not literally.” I poked my head into the frame, loosely holding the sheet over my chest. My hair was a mess. They’d seen worse.
Chase dropped back into the bed, on the other side of Luke. “Ladies.”
Sadie covered her eyes and peeked out through her fingers. “We’ll call back when you’re not busy. This afternoon?”
“Probably a good idea, and that’ll work.” I laughed.
“But you owe us details,” Lyn added.
Sadie screwed up her face. “Eww, no. No details.”
“She can censor the story and just include the important bits about me,” Luke offered.
Nope. I was going to be selfish about my men. “They’re mine—the guys and the details. Sorry, not sorry.”
Sadie rolled her eyes. “You can keep them.”
“Lucky bitch.” Admiration filled Lyn’s voice. “Let’s do lunch later. Bring your boy toys. We need to grill them. Question, not— You know what I mean.”
“Question us about what? You already know us,” Chase said.
Sadie shook her head. “Apparently not.”
This was going to get circularly silly quickly. “’Kay. We’ll send lunch details.”
“You’ll get distracted and forget,” Lyn said. “We’ll send lunch details, and if you’re late, we’ll assume you’re fucking.”
“La la la la la.” Sadie mimed covering her ears.
That goofy grin was back. The one I had the day we arrived in Sacramento. “Love you both. Later.” I hung up.
Chase took the phone from me, turned it off, and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “I believe we were discussing breakfast?”
“Anne à la mode?” Luke nuzzled my neck.
This was so right. The perfect fairytale ending, for this twisted princess.
