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“Greg,” Oz warns, making me smile.
Greg rolls his eyes and sits in the chair opposite. “What growly over there meant to say is, I’m nothing like Cooper. None of us are. But I can understand why you’d be hesitant to believe us.”
He sighs, and the calm facade slips from his face, showing how this whole thing has affected him. “He lied to us all. We were friends for so long. How didn’t I see it?”
“None of us saw it, Greg. This isn’t your fault any more than it is ours.” Oz reassures him.
“Bullshit. You were focused on rescuing Salem, but he was my teammate. I spent months with the man after your plane went down, and I didn’t suspect a thing. I grieved for you. I thought you were dead, but not Cooper. He was convinced you were alive. Refused to give up. And all along, it was because he knew something the rest of us didn’t.”
His eyes move from Oz back to me. “He knew what you could do. He banked on you saving them.”
My body freezes in Oz’s arms as the plane finally comes to a stop.
“Whoa, don’t look so scared. Your secret is safe with us. We’ll kill any fucker that tries to come near you.” He sounds almost eager.
He gets up from his seat and squats down in front of me, taking one of my shaking hands in his. “You saved my best friends. More than once. There is nothing I can do or give you that will show my gratitude. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try.”
“Stop hitting on my girl, Greg,” Zig’s agitated voice calls out, making my head snap up. He walks toward us and plucks me out of Oz’s lap and pulls me into his arms.
“You scared the shit out of me. Again. You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he murmurs into my hair.
“I think white is my new favorite color,” a lightly accented voice says from beside us.
I lift my head and see the handsome newcomer’s face with his eyes on my ass. I squeak, realizing the T-shirt I’m wearing has risen up.
Oz pulls his gun and points it at him. “Look at her ass again, and the last thing you’ll see is my bullet entering your eye socket.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Crew. You must have a death wish,” Greg groans.
“Perhaps. Or maybe I just have excellent taste in panties.”
Oz jumps to his feet as Zig gently places me down. I know it’s so he can swing his fist into this Crew guy’s face. I can’t help it. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Crew grins at me, and I realize he’s harmless, though that smile would probably have made my panties disappear if I wasn’t so hopelessly in love with my own two hot guys.
“I suggest you back up a little, Crew, before Oz gets trigger-happy,” Greg warns him.
Crew holds his hands up in surrender and backs up, but the grin doesn’t leave his face.
Zig grumbles something under his breath, but I feel him relax a little. “How about we get you settled, then we can talk?”
“Where are we?” I ask quietly, still not sure what’s going on. I only feel like this when—I whip around, my eyes going to Oz.
“And she remembers.” Oz slips his gun into his jeans and tugs me from a reluctant Zig. “I’m okay. Thanks to you.”
I slide my hands over his neck anyway and breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t flinch, and all I feel is smooth skin.
“Come on. We’ll fill you in on all the details. But right now, I don’t know about you, but I could really murder a pizza.”
My eyes must light up at the sound of pizza because he chuckles as I lift up and press a kiss to his lips.
Zig curses behind me as someone else groans. “And pants. Pants would be really fucking good.”
I giggle against Oz’s lips as he tugs my shirt down. I pull back with a smile and snuggle against his chest. A moment later, a commotion has me turning around to see a small blonde woman running down the aisle toward us, barreling into Zig before bursting into tears. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tight, a loving look on his face.
“I asked them not to call you, Luna,” Zig murmurs into her hair.
Ah, so this is the infamous Luna.
I pull away from Oz and step back. As I do, Greg makes space for me by moving left. When Crew steps up beside me on the right, I realize they are offering me a show of silent support. I bite my lip when I feel it wobble. I have a feeling I could easily get attached to all of these guys. Obviously, not in the same way as Oz and Zig, but friends, at the very least, given half a chance.
