Page 119 of Knot a Good Idea

“Wait. So, what do you do during these?” April asks.

I shrug. “Honestly? Have a drink and stay out of the way. I usually run my mouth too much.”

April laughs. “Maybe I’ll hide in a corner with you,” she says.

“I would love nothing more,” I murmur.

To have April to myself all night while Liam and Donovan put up with everything else? Score.

Suck it, Donovan.

But I can still tell that something is…off…about April.

And it’s not her scent, which is so delicious that I fight every instinct to carry her over my shoulders and into my bedroom.

It’s something else.

She worries her bottom lip and searches my face.

“I heard you, earlier,” she admits, and my stomach drops.

Fuck.

I don’t have anything to say. I just gape at her, searching my brain for something that wouldn’t make me sound like an asshole for discussing her Heat.

“I didn’t hear everything,” she continues. “Though, I would appreciate you coming and talking to medirectlyif you have something to say aboutme. I’ve opened up to you, and I’d like to continue to trust you.”

I nod. I crave her time. I crave her trust.

I crave everything she wants to offer me.

“But, to save an awkward conversation…” she trails off, looks at her glass of juice, then sighs. “The answer is yes.”

I stare at her, not comprehending.

How much did she hear of our discussion?

Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of scarlet as her sweet sugary scent fills the room.

“Yes?” I repeat dumbly, staring at her like an idiot.

She finally looks back up at me, swallowing. Her light brown eyes are wide as she speaks tentatively. “When it happens…I want you to be there. I’m expecting it by the beginning of next week.”

It clicks into place suddenly.

Her Heat.

Her fuckingHeat.

She just told me she wants—she said?—

“All three of you,” she adds softly. “It’s an invitation.”

My brain short circuits.

She’s givinguspermission.

Mine.

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