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Bish flashes his finest Barrington grin—polite and deeply bloodthirsty. “We have eyes on every airstrip in range. If guests are arriving, we’ll have plenty of time to prepare the entertainment.”
“So, we wait for the bad guys. Then what?” I need to find my exit point.
Jin stills. “I’m calling some old…friends. The price is steep, but they can shield us in the long term.”
“Even from the SAS?”
“Yes,” Bishop hisses. “They’ll pay for touching you.”
When I shiver, Jin grins. “Breakfast? Let’s do Nutella pancakes on the deck.”
“And mimosas,” Reese offers. “Gotta do fancy shit on a honeymoon.”
“I’ll pop the good champagne.” Bish heads for a stack of crates.
“And I’ll just…jerk off ’til my cock is raw.” Dutch rolls off the couch and crawls for the hall that must lead to the guys’ rooms. “Less someone wants to help?”
I jam my hands in my pockets.
New plan.
Don’t let Meadows Pack see through my bullshit.
Jin grins, whipping out a jar of chocolate spread.
Yeah.
That supply boat?
Not the only ship that’s sailed.
After a breakfast of pancakes and smirks, I join Reese for an island tour while the guys finish unpacking.
Going by the un-repaired bungalows, the hurricane hit yesterday. But beyond the caved-in roofs and scattered palms, I see what this place must’ve been.
Sapphire sky and turquoise ocean. Wild, jewel-green paths dotted in tropical flowers.
Private bridges isolate the ocean villas from the beach—far enough for privacy, but close enough to call for room service or a massage after a wild heat.
And here I am.
With them.
At least if I’m boned, I’m taking it raw on white sand.
We wind the paths between jungle villas. I hop a downed palm, wanting to peek inside the door hanging open to darkness.
Maybe establish a secret hideout—no alphas allowed.
“Princess. It’s not safe.” Reese plucks my sleeve.
I brush off his hand. “Still not a princess.”
“What do you want me to call you?” His mesh shorts don’t have pockets, so he jams his hands behind his waistband, flashing a peek of the cut muscles above his hips.
I look away. “Not that.”
“Gamma,” he rasps.
