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“Stepsister, Adrian. Not fucking blood. Not related. She’s fair game.”

“What about Dad?” I asked quietly, shaking my head. “What if this works, and we do get to go home, and he finds out we’ve been fucking her? That we’re in some weird, fucked up thruple situation?”

Troy scoffed. “I’d hope he’d just be grateful we’re alive and happy.”

I swallowed. “And what if she says no to me? That’s a possibility.”

Troy’s expression softened. “I felt the same way, man. And now I have her first kiss.”

I exhaled shakily, overwhelmed by the weight of everything. Troy watched me for a long moment before clapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Just... think about it.”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

Instead, I changed the subject, and my voice became tighter.

“We should try building a trap.”

Troy took the hint and nodded. He knew me well enough to know how I was. When I didn’t want to deal outwardly with an issue, I rolled it around in my head forever until I figured it out. This was no exception.

For the next hour, we gathered small branches, testing different ways to make something that could work as a snare. As a live trap. As anything which might offer us a fucking miracle. None of the things we came up with were perfect, but it was something.

By the time we returned to the plane, Elena was napping again.

Troy went to her immediately, his expression softening, making my stomach ache.

I watched as he tucked the blanket around her, gently moved her book off her lap, and then, after a pause, pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Something in me ached. I had never seen him like this before. I’d seen Troy with many women over the years, but never once had I ever seen him display any emotion toward them. Sure, he’d smile, kiss them, and fuck them, but past that, he always made the women come to him.

God help me; I also wanted to be like that with her. Like Troy was. So confident and sure of the situation.

Troy turned to me, his gaze knowing. He got to his feet to go to the bathroom. He clapped my shoulder again as he passed me and whispered, “Go for it.”

I swallowed hard, glancing at Elena again, feeling the yearning twist deep in my gut.

I didn’t fight it this time. I let it rush through me. But I still had no idea how to make it happen.

And for that, I was terrified.

Chapter 22

Troy

Adrian was a coward.

With any other woman, he’d have been on her, putting the moves on and claiming what he wanted. With Elena? Nope. He sat far away from her, probably rolling over a hundred reasons why not and ignoring everything that screamed just fucking do it.

He was frustrated and confused. I understood that. So was I, but fuck it. I didn’t want to have any more regrets in my life. Since I had no idea how long the rest of my life would be, it seemed wise just to take the damn leap.

I could see the longing look in how he stole glances at her when he thought no one was looking. The way his grip on his book would tighten every time she laughed at something I said. The way his expression turned carefully blank whenever I drew her attention back to me with a little joke or comment.

He wanted her.

I knew he did.

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