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"Maybe I'll talk with her tomorrow."

"Coward."

He shrugged his massive shoulders and we went to sit down and tell the others what we'd learned. Or rather, what we hadn't.

CHAPTER 24

Catalina

Iwas losing my mind. It was the only conclusion for why I slept with both Weaver and Brandon. All my life I'd only ever slept with one man other than Suave, and now, in a ridiculously short amount of time, I'd added two more men to that list. Men who were his friends. His teammates. Just because he slept with numerous women after we broke up didn't mean I wanted to be the same way. I could forgive him for the women. He wasn't with me at the time. It was him leaving I struggled with forgiving. Placing my hands on the sink, I dipped my head forward until my chin hit my chest.

As mad as I was at Suave, I still didn't want to hurt him. But it was too late for that now. I'd crossed a line I couldn't uncross. The same line Suave crossed when he left me without a word ten years ago.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tears threatened to spill down over my cheeks. I grabbed another pot and slammed it into the sink before viciously yanking on the knob to turn the water on. The men were sitting behind me, speaking in low voices, but they fell silent every time I slammed something down. I wasn't throwing a fit. It was either do this or hit something, or someone. It was the only way for me to release my stress and guilt.

I was supposed to be helping Alyona find Elena, not sleeping with the sexy CIA Agents who were also trying to take down the Raleka.

"We need to tell her," I overheard Weaver say.

Turning around, I glared at them. "Tell me what?"

Brandon shot Weaver a dark look. "Come sit down, Princess."

"No." I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the sink as I continued to glare at them. "Tell me what?"

Brandon sighed and stood up, walking toward me. Tipping my chin up, I gave him a stubborn look. My gasp was loud when he grabbed me by the back of the neck—making images from earlier that day flash through my mind—and started walking me over to my chair.

"Don't test me, Catalina," he warned. "I'll win every time."

It took all my self-control not to stick my tongue out at him. Instead, I sat in the chair he pulled out for me. I really wanted to know what they needed to tell me. It couldn't be good if Brandon was being so bossy about it. I was hopeful they found something to do with the Raleka.

Brandon sat down in the chair beside mine, and the others were across from us. They were all staring at me. My eyebrows rose and I looked around at them expectantly. "Well? What is it?"

Brandon tapped a finger on the table in front of him. He was agitated. "We need to tell you something about us."

That wasn't what I was expecting. "What?"

"We live together," Brandon started.

"I know," I replied, hesitant to add what else I knew. Which was just that they weren't dating each other.

"Because of that, we decided a long time ago that it would just be easier for all of us to date the same woman."

I blinked, taking in that information and trying to figure out what to do with it. "You're polyamorous?" I asked finally. It made sense. They were all sexy as hell, and they worked well together. They were obviously close, but I'd thought it was because of their job. Now I was beginning to realize just how close they really were.

"No," Suave said. "Not really. We don't date each other and we don't date anyone else. Just the woman we all agree to share."

Considering that, I gave a small nod. "Okay... Um... I don't mean to be rude. But...why?" I looked around at them. "You're all gorgeous. I doubt you have issues finding your own women."

Suave chuckled. "It's just easier. Rather than having three women living together in our home, we just have the one."

Okay, that made sense, in its own strange way. Women living together could cause a lot of problems. Especially if these guys left at the drop of a hat for a mission and the women were left alone. If they didn't get along well, then it would be chaos. And who wants to come home to that?

"How does it work?" I asked, trying to puzzle out how the relationships work.

"She's in a relationship with each of us," Weaver replied.

"So...she sleeps with all of you," I asked, realization dawning. No wonder Brandon hadn't minded watching Weaver fuck me on the cameras and then wanting to do the same. Some of the guilt that was compressing my chest eased. I wouldn't be cheating if I was sleeping with all of them. Not that I was their girlfriend. But if Suave was used to sharing with these men, maybe he wouldn't be hurt by what happened earlier. I still wasn't keen to find out.

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