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I patted him on the cheek. “I like the way you think.”

I went into the kitchen with the two men in tow. The small bucket had fun-sized candies, but the big bucket had the king-sized bars. I ripped the wrapper off a Peanut Butter Snickers and moaned as the salty, chocolaty mixture dissolved in my mouth.

“You didn’t moan that loudly when you were with us,” Brady said.

I swallowed and grinned at him. “Sex is great and all, but it can’t compete with chocolate.”

There was a sound on the staircase outside, and then a key unlocked the front door. Rogan strode inside slowly.

“You’re home early,” Asher said. “Everything all right?”

Rogan’s eyes went to me, then to the two other men, then back to me. “We need to talk,” he said grimly.

The chocolate turned to ash in my mouth.Have I made a huge mistake?

30

Heather

My mind raced. I had just had sex with Brady and Asher. Rogan had insisted it was okay—hell, he was the one to suggest it!—but suddenly I was filled with doubts. Maybe he was joking. Maybe he didn’t really mean it. Maybe it was a test of loyalty.

“There was an attack tonight,” Rogan said, leaning on the kitchen counter for support. That’s when I realized he was wearing different clothes than before, underneath his jacket.

“Oh no,” Asher gasped.

“An assassin jumped the wall onto Amirah’s property,” Rogan explained. “He had a rifle. He got close enough to shoot through her bedroom window. I stopped him.”

“Fuck yeah you did!” Brady pumped his fist, then clapped Rogan on the shoulder. “Because you’re a goddamn super-soldier, you know that? We’ve got Captain Fucken America here! So you captured the prick?”

Rogan teetered sideways when Brady clapped him, and had to steady his balance. “He got away.”

Brady deflated. “Aw, fuck.”

“I told you these weren’t just idle threats,” Rogan said. “The stuff Amirah’s been getting on social media is too serious. They’re real, and she’s in danger.”

Brady nodded. “You were right. I should’ve listened.”

Rogan gave a start. “Hold on. You’re agreeing with me?”

“Of course I am.”

“Is something wrong?” Rogan looked at me and Asher. “You never agree with me, even when it’s obvious I’m right. What’s gotten into you?”

“We’ll, uh, talk about that later,” Brady said. “How’d you let the prick get away?”

Rogan closed his eyes and sighed. He looked so tired. “I was on top of the shooter, about to call for Cooper to help me restrain him, when someone hit me on the back of the head. A second assassin. They grabbed the rifle and ran. By the time I came to, they were gone.” Rogan touched the back of his head and winced.

I had been an idle observer to the conversation until this point. But once I knew he had been injured, my stomach sank. I crossed the room and threw my arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“Are you okay?” I gently brushed my fingers through his chestnut hair. “Getting hit on the head explains why you’re so woozy…”

“I got checked out already,” Rogan said with a smile. “I passed the concussion protocol. But I’m still a little shaken up. I’ve got this, too.” He held up his arm to reveal a white bandage wrapping his skin.

Despite his assurances, I continued clinging to him like a barnacle attached to the hull of a ship.

Asher was scratching his chin thoughtfully. “There were two assassins. Did you get a good look at them?”

“I saw one. Not the second guy. One of them had a strange accent.Kind ofEnglish. I think. It happened really fast.” Rogan pulled away from my embrace enough to reach into his pocket. “But I got this.”

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