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“He was irritating me.”

“He irritates everyone,” Rhys says. “We don’t kill him.”

Dante places a hand over his heart.

“I feel cherished.”

I move toward Callum. His gaze remains fixed on my bag.

“I’m not moving in.”

“I know.”

“I don’t belong to you.”

“I know.”

“You’re going to learn how to share.”

His eyes move toward Rhys. Then Dante. Finally, back to me.

“I already shared you.”

“Barely.”

His nostrils flare. I reach for the ribbon around his wrist and use it to pull him down. Our mouths meet. Callum catches my waist but doesn’t drag me closer until I wrap both arms around his neck. Then his control fractures. He lifts me against him. My legs circle his hips. His kiss is nothing like the careful one inside the chapel. It is hungry. Possessive. Almost angry. I bite his lower lip. Callum groans into my mouth.

“Take me to the farmhouse,” I whisper.

His hands tighten beneath my thighs.

“To sleep?”

“Eventually.”

Dante retrieves my bag.

“Have I mentioned how much I love her?”

Rhys locks the gate behind us.

“You’ve known her for one night.”

“And it’s been an excellent night.”

Callum carries me toward the dark farmhouse beyond the barn. I kiss his neck.

“What happens at the house?”

His voice lowers.

“Whatever you choose.”

I smile against his skin.

“Good answer.”

RHYS