Page 203 of Heart of Frost and Scars

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Frankie

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Kody returns me to Leo and Monty with a lingering kiss on my brow. When he steps back, a breath of feelings whispers between us. Relief. Reconnection. Love.

He looks away first, a divot of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. He’s so damn beautiful.

As he returns to the bar to engage with the press, Monty and Leo converge on me from both sides.

Surrounded by vigilant security guards, the three of us stand tightly together at a high-top table in a private corner of the lounge.

From our position, we watch Kody behind the bar in his element. He moves with confidence, pouring drinks, answering questions, and talking passionately about his vodka. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen.

“He looks so happy,” I murmur.

“He deserves this.” Monty’s eyes soften. “He worked hard for it.”

“He’s going to be a worldwide sensation.” Leo’s hand brushes down my hip. “I’ll fly him to all his engagements.”

“When do you take your exam?” I lean against him.

“Took it this morning.”

“You did?” My breath hikes. “I thought you were here with Kody this morning.”

“I was here. Then I took the test.” He lifts a shoulder. “I passed.”

“You’re a pilot.” A feeling of breathlessness floats through me. “It’s official. You did it.”

“Yeah.” His bicolored eyes shift to Monty. “And I own a seaplane base. Haven’t decided what to do with it, but I’m leaning toward operating Alaskan tours.”

“And flying Kody to his vodka engagements.” I grin.

“Yeah.”

We don’t mention the search for the cabin and Wolf’s body, but we’re all thinking it. Now that Leo and Kody own their businesses, flying to the Arctic every week won’t be possible.

I don’t want them to put aside their dreams to chase the past. Monty will likely take over the search with Sirena, and I like that idea even less. He spent enough time with her when I was trapped in Hoss.

Monty excuses himself to use the bathroom, and Leo immediately takes advantage of the moment.

Eyes aflame with wicked thoughts, he pulls me into him and kisses me, unconcerned about witnesses.

My body responds instinctively, an insistent craving pulsing at my core. His kiss possesses, demands, as if trying to claim a part of me that’s always been his.

“Kody took you to his apartment.” He turns me toward the table, the high top hiding the movement of his hand as he reaches beneath my dress. “I smell him on you.”

“Leo.” Arousal puddles in my belly.

I look around, confirming that no one can see. I shouldn’t let him grope me here, but everything feels so bumpy between us. This, our physical connection and chemistry, is always solid and steadfast.

So I let him touch me. I let him have this stolen moment. I want him to have it, to have all of me.

Pressing against my back, he uses his body to block prying eyes as he runs his fingers up my inner thighs, past the soaked crotch of my thong, and deep inside me.

“Messy,” he breathes at my ear. “Is this him? Or you?”

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