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Reese chuckled. “There’s a kink we should explore. Mindfucking by time zones.”

“But it’smorning—we just woke up,” I protested.

Did I come off as a complete novice here? River and Reese had taken me to Europe before. We’d even brought my brothers to London. But we hadn’t been running on too little sleep after a cartel war and weeks of being held hostage. We hadn’t evaded airport security then either. We’d stood in line like all the others, and we’d flashed our passports like we were supposed to.

Crew groaned behind me. “Good mornin’.”

“No, you mean good evening,” I corrected and peered over the top of my seat.

He squinted at me, then out the window, then his watch. “Oh right. Adrien, wake up.” He stood up and stretched. “I gotta piss.”

“It smells like sex back there,” I informed him.

River and Reese laughed at that.

Crew chuckled and raised his brows. “Good for the boss. He’s been needin’ to get laid for months.” He paused, turning thoughtful. “You think he’s a top or a bottom? Or vers?”

“Total top,” I replied frankly. “He’s got that top aura.”

“Top aura,” Reese chuckled. “What the fuck is top aura?”

“Mercier has it too,” I said and shrugged.

“I’m gonna go ask him,” Crew said. “Elliott! Time to wake up!”

“For the love of…” That was a grumbling Mercier.

I liked Crew.

“Turn around and eat your breakfast, little one,” Reese said.

I did as told and got comfortable with my blanket across my lap, and I accepted a cup of hot chocolate and a plate with a new sandwich. “Thank you—but I think you mean midnight snack.”

He just shook his head in amusement.

I took a big bite of my sandwich and peered out the window again. I could see faint patches of city lights far below.

We were almost there.

CHAPTER 5

Joel Hayward

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She yawned. “I love you.”

“I love you too. More than all the s’mores and cookies in the world.”

She gasped. “Even Nana’s dulce de leche bars?”

“Even those.” I booped her on the nose before I reached over her to close the tent properly. Back to civilization tomorrow. But we’d had a good camping trip, just Blake and me and all the Redwoods California had to offer. We’d seen sea otters, we’d collected some sea glass, and we’d gorged on s’mores and cookie dough.

“You’re crazy, man,” Blake told me.

I chuckled and got comfortable next to her.

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