Page 44 of Knot a Good Idea

But now, I just have to fucking wing it.

“I’m comfortable with cheek kisses, hugs, and light touches. Anything else I would have to initiate,” I say.

Liam keeps his expression neutral, but I catch a quick flash of disappointment on Hunter’s face.

Donovan simply nods. “Excellent. That’s all that is expected at those places, anyway. Most of the people there are too wrapped up in themselves to even pay attention to what others are doing.”

I nibble on a cracker, hoping to quell the anxiety in my stomach. I’ll be touching all three of them a lot more.

It’s exciting, but I don’t know how much physical touch I can handle without panicking.

I shouldn’t have agreed to this. I shouldn’t have--

“You’re playing a part,” Donovan adds. “We’ll have to give you a crash course on our business and the people there. But you’re smart, and I’m confident you’ll have it down before Sunday.”

I nod, flattered by his compliment. “I’m confident, too.”

“Anything we talk about here—our business, our arrangement—cannot be discussed with anyone else. Toeveryone, we are officially in a relationship and you’re our Omega. I’m assuming you may have told a friend already—but once you sign that NDA, no other details will be discussed except for the story we create. That includes us, too.” He looks at me pointedly. “We will not discuss anything about you to anyone else unless you’ve given us permission. Anything from your personal life, anything you might share, stays with us in confidence.”

There’s that look again.

I know exactly what Donovan is referring to, and I nod. “Absolutely.”

“I’m a great listener,” Liam pipes up. “And your secrets are safe with me.”

He’s so adorable it makes my heart hurt. “I believe it,” I tell him softly. “And I appreciate it.”

I can’t help it. I reach for his hand, which rests on the couch cushion, and squeeze it.

He grins, and I smile back.

Donovan clears his throat, and I catch him scowling at our hand holding. “So, if you’re amicable to what we’ve discussed, we can all sign the paperwork. The money will be deposited to you starting next week.”

“Sure.”

He passes the folder to me along with a pen, and I read through the agreement once before signing my name at the bottom.

Once I hand him the folder back, it’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I’m all in, now.

There’s no backing out, and I’m going to fucking do this.

“Well,” Hunter says, “now that that’s out of the way, we’ve got all night. What do you want to do?”

I snort at the way he emphasizesall night.

He’s a shameless flirt, but I enjoy it.

What I really want to do is get to know these guys better before tomorrow evening. That includes being comfortable just hanging out with them.

I look at all three of them—Donovan, with the scowl still on his face, Liam beaming, and Hunter smirking.

And I think about what I do when I hang out with Skylar and her pack.

“I highly doubt this,” I sigh, shaking my head. “But it’s worth a shot.”

Donovan raises an eyebrow. “What?”

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