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Holy fucking shit this needs to stop.

But to be fair, Leena started this rampage of thoughts running through my head. And now I’m afraid they’ll never stop, because picturing her and Luke fucking on a porch in front of a goddamn camera is not an image that will ever leave my brain now that it’s been put there.

I wonder if they kept the video.

Okay, that’s it.“So what game are we playing?” I quickly ask, heading straight for the go-bag before my bare cock is completely jammed against my zipper.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

LEENA

Colton still has his shirt off.Why is it still off?Doesn’t he own another one? I know he does. He has an overnight bag in his room.

Theguestroom, I mean.

Because he doesn’t live here. He’s just an employee and a good friend.

My best friend.

Ugh,I shouldn’t have said anything. I thought my little story would make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, he’s just sitting there, with his fucking shirt off and his perfect fucking abs and tattoos on display, eyeing me down like I’m the most fascinating thing on the planet.

He sees too much, notices too much. That’s his problem. Anormalperson would have been embarrassed hearing about how Luke and I fucked outside while Sebastian watched.

But not Colton Fisher, goddammit.

I need him out of this house. That’s what I need.

It was fine when I could pretend I wasn’t attracted to him, pretend I didn’t know what was under that shirt. Because clearly, I have a fucking type. And he’s it. Muscles and tattoos, same as my men.

But then I think about the reality of him leaving.Does that make me sad?I think it does.

Okay, it definitely does.

Whydoes that make me sad? I’m not with him, I havetwomen. Not one,two.I am more than perfectly happy with them, I don’t need anyone else.

I guess it’s fine to just have friends.

Ones that look likethat.

And that spend the night.

God,this is fucking with me. At least the half naked man in my living room is sort of taking my mind off of things for the moment. Whenever I stop to think about it too long, I’m overwhelmed with this nagging guilt that I get to celebrate the holiday while my sister is being held captive. She would have loved staying up late playing games with us.

I take a deep breath, pushing back the thoughts that keep crowding my mind, because I know the guys are right. There’s nothing I can do about it tonight. There weren’t any flights available, and we weren’t about to ask the team to work on Christmas, or skip out on seeing Luke’s family after we already missed Thanksgiving. The day after tomorrow, when we get back, the entire team will hit the ground running. I know they will do everything they can to help get Kathryn back.

So I bring myself back to the present, reminding myself what tonight really is.

It’s our first Christmas together.

I want to do everything I can to make it perfect. But when I look around, I realize that it kind of already is. I watch the guys, all joking and laughing together. I smile at the tree they hauled up here. It’s way too big, and the haphazard ornaments make it seem incredibly out of place considering the modern decor of our penthouse, but it was so sweet of Sebastian and Luke to surprise me with it, to make time for us to decorate it together. The whole room is scattered with the fairy lights they bought me and Colton helped put up, because I like them better than gaudy multicolored holiday decorations, and my very favorite people are here with me in this room. For the first time in a long time, I realize that I’m not just getting through the holiday this year.

I’m spending it with a family.My family.

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I lost count of how many games we’ve played, how many mojitos Luke has made for me, and how many shots of tequila the guys have gone through. Needless to say, we’re thoroughly drunk.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not about to get into the new bottle of wine that’s sitting on the table behind where we’re all sitting around the coffee table.

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