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"You all referred to Seven. I count four in the room."
"Baron’s the secret one. No one knows about his whereabouts," Summer muses.
"And Arpad and the Father aren’t here," Victoria supplies.
“Hold on." I turn to her, "Did you say Father?"
Isla nods. "Edward’s a priest," she replies. "The incident impacted him so much, it urged him to find his calling, apparently."
"The incident?" I tilt my head.
Amelie nods, "The Seven were kidnapped together and held for ransom when they were in their pre-teens. And that kind of shared experience… It binds you together for life. Know what I mean?"
"I let you win this round. Doesn't mean I’ll go easy on you next time," Sinclair’s cold voice cuts through the space.
Damian chortles in response.
"Excuses, excuses." He pokes a finger in Sinclair’s chest, "You’re getting soft, you wanker. Admit it, the old ball and chain is weighing you down."
"Perhaps it’s giving me a purpose?" Sinclair glances past him at Summer. His features light up in a smile that’s so open, so real, so everything, that my heart thumps in my chest.
He prowls past Damian, and heads to her. Summer meets him half-way and the two kiss.
The women behind me ooh and aah. A ball of emotion blocks my throat. Damn it, what’s wrong with me? It’s just a man kissing his wife, and pulling her to him and ravaging her mouth thoroughly. Jesus, that's hot as hell, and now I feel like a voyeur. I glance past them to where Damian watches, a bored look in his eyes.
"Go get a room, you guys," he taunts.
Sinclair straightens, then grins down at Summer. "I think I might do just that." He swoops down and tosses her up over his shoulder.
She yelps, "Sinner, what the hell?"
Sinclair raps her on her backside and she squeaks, "Sinner, behave."
"Not what you told me the last time I took you over my knee, my darling wife."
My cheeks heat.
He marches past me, carrying the now-giggling Summer. No doubt, to make hot, heavy love to her. My belly knots and sensations ripple down my spine. Damn it, there is way too much chemistry between the couples in this room, not to mention all that testosterone from the gathered men.
"Well, look who we have here." A new male voice sounds behind me. I turn and have to look up, all the way up, to meet the piercing gaze of another man.
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"I’m Arpad." He holds out his hand.
"You’re one of the Seven." I place my palm in his much larger one.
"My reputation precedes me?" He smirks, then bends to kiss my knuckles. I blink. Gosh, each one of the Seven is more lethal than the last. I mean, put them all together, and honestly, no woman stands a chance. It’s like having a range of delectable thoroughbreds preening and vying for attention. Not that any of them are horses… Well, okay, they are stallions, all of them, especially the man who’s glowering at me from the sidelines. Continuing to ignore Damian, I focus my attention on Arpad, "So what are you doing here?"
"Yeah, something I want to know as well." A hard voice sounds from somewhere behind and above me. Heat sears my back, curls around me, rolls straight down to the triangle of heated flesh between my legs. I shiver.
Arpad looks from me to the man standing behind me. "Rockstar," he drawls, "something bothering you?"
"You," Damian snaps.
I gasp, turn to shoot the rock star a glance.
