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Does she realize she is made for us? Every single part of her?

As soon as her legs are free, she drags the throw over her to cover herself.

“I’m Eason, Eason Durand, by the way. And oh,” I add, going to the bags I brought with me. I knew Alex wouldn’t have packed, so I did him a favor. We’re going to be here for a few days at least, what with the snowstorm scheduled to make landfall in an hour or so. We all just got here in time.

I pick up a blue bag and hand it to her. She recognizes it as her own immediately.

“I packed you some stuff: your toiletries, clothes, and the book you were reading. Your phone. I’m sure you’d like to let your loved ones know where you are.”

She’s looking at me dumbfounded.

“You went into my apartment?”

“Yes, but only because I knew Kai wouldn’t have thought about packing you a bag before he kidnapped you. I also wanted to make sure you didn’t have any pets that needed to be taken care of. You’re welcome,” I say, flashing her my sexiest smile yet.

She’s looking at me as if I’ve grown psycho ears. It's all right. She’ll get used to us.

How incredible that we have the only woman in the world who makes our hearts beat differently right here in Kai’s bed.

Ours.

Chapter Fifteen

Skye

I’m running out of adjectives to describe the turn my life has taken, but bizarre probably wins.

I don’t know what is going on, but I can’t trust anyone. Not even Agent Philips.

“Okay, knock it off, you two. You’re done showing off your new martial arts moves. You’re beginning to scare our little guest,” Eason says.

Eason Durand.

I can’t trust him either. They’re all friends. So it’s me against them. I watch in utter disbelief as they all suddenly shake hands, hug like men do, and seem genuinely happy to see each other.

What in the world is happening?

I’m too scared to get off the bed, worried my legs won’t be able to carry me, but I do check my phone that Eason broke into my apartment to bring to me. How nice of him.

I check my messages.

There’s one from Esmeralda—the owner of Babes, Babes, and Babes. They managed a workaround regarding my account, and I’m set for my virgin auction tomorrow. It starts at ten. She ends her message withcongratulationswritten in caps followed by a string of celebratory emojis, then adds that I’ve had pre-offers already, and they’re very hefty sums.

The answer to all my problems is a day away. I need to get back home. I rise from the bed, wobbly at first, but my fight instinct kicks in. While they’re still having their reunion, I look for a weapon. And then I spot one. A gun lying on a desk. Yes. Finally, my universe decides to help me.

I don’t even know if it’s loaded. But I’m willing to take the chance. My dad used to shoot, and he taught me a bit about guns. How to hold one. How to pull the trigger. I’m not going to kill anyone, obviously. But I’m getting out of here one way or another.

I wrap the soft cashmere throw properly around my body, tuck it under my arms, and raise my hand.

“You’re not an FBI agent, are you?” I say directly to Alex Philips, the gun trained on him. “You told me you’re an FBI agent. Are you or aren’t you?”

“He’s not,” Kai says.

“I was,” Alex counters.

“For five minutes, yes,” Eason says.

“Five months. I didn’t like it. So technically.”

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