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I frown as I look at Forge.

“No?” I say.

Forge shakes his head to agree with me.

“Definitely not,” he adds.

Her eyes light up, and I already know where she’s going with this.

Forge and I have slept together in the past, but with how busy we are with work all the time, sex is never on the forefront of our minds. If I’m in the mood, usually I’ll jerk off in the shower, and I’m pretty sure he does the same. It’s what’s satisfied us up until now.

“Oh, I do have a question though,” she says. “Something unrelated.”

“What’s your question?” I ask.

I think it’s adorable she always tells us she has a question instead of just asking it.

“Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?”

Forge and I share another look.

She’s trying to kill us, I think.

“Yes. But can I ask why?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I was just thinking about it, and I think I’d like to do that.”

“Just tonight or for the future?” Forge asks carefully.

She thinks about it, then says, “Can we see how tonight goes?”

“Of course we can,” I say.

But I really hope she chooses to stay with us every night.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Raewyn

I go upstairs to brush my teeth and get a hair elastic so I can braid my hair. It’s easier to sleep that way because I don’t get all tangled in it. I also don’t want the guys to get tangled in it either. When I get downstairs, Forge is checking the security system and Pierce is already in the bedroom. I walk right in and climb onto their bed without hesitation.

“It’s like you’ve done this a thousand times,” Pierce says.

“Maybe I nap in here sometimes,” I say, pulling the blankets up to my chin.

“We know you do,” he says. “We can smell you on our sheets.”

“That’s why I like sleeping here,” she says. “I can tell that this side is yours and that side is Forge’s. Your scent is so strong on the pillows.”

“Well, now you get the real us,” Forge says as he comes into the room. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head to toss into the laundry. He climbs right into bed, turning toward me and I notice a scar on his chest.

“What’s that from?” I ask.

He looks down at it, then his gaze flicks to Pierce, then back at me.

“I was shot.”

I gasp. “Really?”