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They chuckle.

“This is Juliet. She just moved in next door,” Rebecca says as she gestures to me.

“I’m Mason. This is Austin and Scott.” He’s tall, with a buzz cut and muscles for miles. Not handsome and cultured like Henley, more like I’ll-fuck-you-through-a-brick-wall kind of hot.

“Everyone is in the backyard,” Rebecca tells them.

“Thanks.” The three giants walk out the back door as Rebecca and I stare after them.

“Carol tells me they’re gangbangers,” I whisper.

“God, I hope so,” Rebecca whispers. “Can you imagine taking the three of them at once?”

I get a vision of them using my body for their pleasure. “Don’t, it’s making me flutter,” I whisper.

Rebecca giggles. “You didn’t call me for that coffee yet.”

“I know. Let’s do it next week. Time got away from me. Did you say anything to John?”

“No, I’m hoping your car-valet theory is right.” She shrugs. “I don’t know what to think.”

“It will be okay.” I smile as I try to reassure her. “I’m sure it’s innocent.”

“Hope so. Come on, let’s go socialize.” I follow Rebecca out into the backyard. There’s a fire, and everyone is sitting around it. Some people are chatting in groups, and to the left, Henley is sitting with Taryn. She’s talking, and he’s listening intently.

Jealousy simmers in the pit of my stomach.

Rebecca begins to talk to John, and I’m standing to the side.

“So, Juliet,” Mason says as he walks over to me, “how are you liking the street?”

“I’m still settling in.” I smile. I glance up to see Henley’s eyes flick over to us. “How long have you lived here?”

“It’s been a year, but I was deployed for six months of that time.”

“Oh, really?” From my peripheral vision, I can see Henley watching us. “Where were you deployed to?”

“I’m a Navy SEAL, so I was at sea.”

“A Navy SEAL.” I smile, fascinated.

Hot.

Taryn laughs out loud like the attention seeker she is. “Oh, Henley, you’re a scream.”

Fuck off, Taryn.

Mason gestures to two chairs. “Do you want to sit down?”

I glance over to Henley, who is still talking to Taryn, and my blood boils.

“Sure thing.”

We sit down, and Mason chatters on and on. I’m not listening, of course. I’m too focused on the bimbo across the fire flirting with my man, and of course, Henley is loving every minute of her attention.

Fucker.

“Do you think we could poison her drink?” Rebecca whispers.

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