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Hey, man. Any chance you can tell me if Sara registered to go to one of your Jilted Brides resorts?

Ash’s response takes a few minutes to come through. It’s formal and terse, just like the man himself.

My deepest apologies, but privacy concerns preclude me from sharing information about past, present, or potential guests at any of my properties. I hope you understand.

Fuck. Not that I expected him to tell me, but the absence of shock in their responses says enough. Nobody’s saying what I hoped they would.

Sara? Are you kidding? Of course not!

“Hey, guys?” I jump off my barstool, earning twin looks of surprise from the guys. “I’ve gotta go take care of something. See you at your place?”

My cousin frowns as he studies my face. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Might as well be honest. “But I’m working on it.”

I don’t give them a chance to argue or stop me. I’m out thedoor and jogging down the sidewalk, feeling my palms start to sweat. Ten minutes later, I’m hunched at the desk in Beck and Cam’s guest room, my laptop in front of me as I punch in a sequence of code.

There’s an upside to being my SEAL team’s tech expert. There aren’t many websites or apps I can’t hack. Not even the reservation system for an exclusive fantasy resort meant only for women whose dream weddings didn’t take place.

There.

Right there in bold black letters, I spot Sara’s name. Below that, a list of the options she’s chosen.

My stomach churns as I read her selections.

Sexy foot massage.

Face sitting.

Anal play.

I swallow a fierce wave of shame. Not for Sara, forme.

Goddammit.

This is my fault.

I never in a million years thought she’d do it. When she told me about Eve and Camille having fun at some spicy resort, her voice dripped with scandal.

“Can you believe it?” she’d asked. “They just—had sex with people they don’t even know. Not just men, either.”

I managed to nod and look shocked, since that’s what she seemed to expect. I also took care not to sex shame her friends.

“I guess everyone has their own tastes.”

Laughing, she threw her arms around me. “Good thing you’remytaste.” She sighed out a warm breath against my skin. “Only you, Trent James. You’re all I want forever and ever.”

But that isn’t true anymore. She doesn’t want me; she wants someone namedLogan Wildereasing his fingers inside her. That name’s gotta be made up, right?

I stare at the screen and wonder if he’s someone Eve or Camille recommended. Did one of them have sex with Logan, or did the system assign him to Sara?

As I scroll down the page, I notice a section for “interests.” These are things she’d consider but hasn’t committed to trying.

Threesome

And under that, her specified preference.

Two men, one woman.

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