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“Oh!” I exclaim. “Yeah. I need my laptop.”

I forgot to check Scarlett’s computer when we were next door, and I really need to know she’s okay.

I’ll have the resort’s details on my laptop, so I can call them.

“Right!” Rueben says. “I can’t believe we forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Bishop asks, as he starts to clear the table.

“Scarlett’s in a resort in Golden Palms with Chaos Burning,” Rueben tells him.

Bishop’s eyes widen. “Isn’t that the band she loves?”

“It is,” Gus confirms.

“It was a twin swap, remember,” Rueben says. “Sapphire was meant to be at that resort to interview those guys.”

“Wow,” Scout murmurs. “Is that the kind of stuff you do for the magazine?”

“Um, no, not usually. Long story short, I’m afraid to fly, and I would have had to get on a plane to do the interview.” I shrug.

“So, because Scarlett didn’t want to be here, and Chaos Burning would be there …” Rueben goes on.

“We switched places like we used to when we were in high school,” I finish. “I just need the resort’s details so I can call them and check on her. She hasn’t been answering her messages, and I know she must be having an amazing time with the band, but I need to know she’s doing okay. That info is on my laptop, and that’s in my stuff in the Jeep.”

Bishop nods. “Well, let’s get the Jeep emptied and we can give that resort a call.”

He puts the plates in his hands down by the sink, and we all get up from our seats.

Emptying the Jeep doesn’t take long, especially since I’m allowed to carry one of the smaller boxes.

Everyone else gets everything else out and into the house in one trip, and a few minutes later I’m standing in my new bedroom, surrounded by men, and boxes.

This room is going to be my nest, and these men are my mates.

I can’t help the smile that comes to my lips.

“What?” Rueben asks, nudging my shoulder and clearly insinuating that he’s the one making me smile. “Are you thinking about how awesome I am, and how perfect we are together?”

Gus snorts as he opens one of the boxes.

I laugh. “Something like that.”

Rueben leans in and whispers, “I can lick you some more later.”

I feel my skin flushing with heat at the memory of what we did.

It seems a little scandalous that he’s making me think of that in front of everyone else.

In a good way. The kind of way that makes me wonder how soon my mates might be willing to share me while we’re all naked in service of my heat.

Rueben gives me a sly smile before he moves away to open one of the other boxes.

He knows exactly what he was doing.

Lucky for me, I seem to be satisfied enough that my heat isn’t being triggered.

I don’t know how much more I could handle tonight. The last twenty-four hours have been pretty steamy. For a woman who had two previous partners in total before she met her pack, two guys within the same twenty-four-hour period feel like kind of a lot.

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