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“I did.” She bounced on her toes, completely missing the dangerous undertone in his voice.
Kellan, Enzo, and I exchanged looks.
Her smile faltered slightly, eyes darting between us. “What?”
“Quinn.” I approached her slowly, my voice purposely casual. “You know what happens when you embarrass three cowboys, right?”
She bit her lip, her eyes darting between us. “What?”
Kellan moved to her left while Enzo circled to her right. “They plan revenge.” I took another step closer.
Quinn backed up slowly, recognition dawning. “It was for the children!”
“And revenge shall be ours.” Enzo’s voice was low, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Quinn’s eyes widened, her breath quickening as she glanced toward the exit. “I need to clean up this mess.”
“Yes, you do.” Kellan reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
Her eyes widened. “What kind of revenge are we talking about?”
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “The very sweetest kind… but it will have to wait.” I bent to retrieve an abandoned feather from the floor. “Don’t worry, we won’t forget.”
The three of us worked methodically around her as we helped her clean up, occasionally brushing against her as we passed. Quinn’s breathing quickened each time in anticipation.
By the time we finished, she was flushed, breathless, and practically vibrating. We let her walk away like that. For now.
Chapter 21
Sweet Revenge
Quinn
Itugged my brush through my damp hair, straining to hear any movement in the hallway. The house had gone eerily quiet after dinner, the three men vanishing to various corners of the ranch like they hadn’t collectively threatened sweet revenge hours earlier.
“Totally bluffing,” I muttered to myself, pulling on my sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt that belonged to Kellan. They were just three grown men making empty threats.
The way they’d circled me like predators, Kellan’s eyes darkening, Reid’s intensity, and Enzo’s smoldering promise of retribution made me antsy but in a good way.
I flopped onto Reid’s bed, now my temporary sleeping quarters, and stared at the ceiling. With every small noise, my body tensed with anticipation.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Thirty.
An hour.
Maybe they really had been teasing. The disappointment and embarrassment hit harder than expected. Here I was, lying in wait like some heroine expecting to be ravished.
I grabbed my phone and texted April.
Me: I think I’m in trouble.
April: The fun kind or the actual kind?
Me: The kind where I don’t want to leave this place or these men.
April: Called it. Totally called it.
