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I’m so flooded with love. I want to make everything right. I want makeup sex all night long.
I can’t believe I got mad at him, but I didn’t know. But now we’re free of that secret, while the biggest remains.
Blair wedges between us, hooking her arms through ours. “Time out before you score in his end zone,” she teases. “There are some people you need to meet.”
She guides us through the white-marbled lobby toward the intimate bar while the bellhops whisk our bags to our suite. It’s like they were expecting us.
And they were.
We’re getting the VIP treatment in a five-star hotel.
Because there Ruby sits on a blue velvet barstool, flanked by another stunning auburn-haired beauty who has to be her sister.
And the two men who stand beside them? They can rule the world with their hot smirks alone.
I recognize Luca Mercier—dark hair, tan skin, body like a marble statue, and the face of a Grecian God. Anyone with a screen knows who Luca is—a billionaire hotelier.
But should you escape his imposing image on the cover of magazines about the rich and powerful, you can’t escape his glacial eyes when they’re aimed at you.
The man could command the sun to rise in the west.
He doesn’t even introduce himself.
He greets us, “Mr. Bronson. Mr. Hawke,” his massive hand demanding our shake. “Welcome to The Mercier.” Then he aims his lips for Blair’s cheeks, kissing both. “And Ms. Monroe. We meet again.” They know each other? “And you’re in love, I see.” Luca smiles, glancing from me to Colt before dropping his voice like it’s a secret with Blair. “As I knew you would be.”
Colt darts his eyes at me.
What was that about?
But Ruby chuckles. “Okay, okay. Forgive my brother-in-law. He can be so cryptic and formal when we’re all friends.” She gestures to her left. “This is my sister, Scarlett Mercier, Luca’s smarter half.”
Scarlett greets us, looking as formidable as her husband. She just makes it look breathtaking, too, like her sister, Ruby, who gestures to her right. “And this is Zar Rollins. Their best half.”
“Well now,” Zar cocks an easy grin, “I don’t know about their best half, but I sure am the best-looking.”
That’s no lie.
Zar’s as tall, dark, and handsome as Luca. But where Luca exudes European elegance and an accent, Zar has Texas swagger. Like he’s as comfortable in a boardroom as in a barn.
I take the sight of our hosts in, and I’m having a hard time breathing.
It’s like we’ve stepped into steam, and it’s not from the humidity outside. It’s the heat, the energy, the mysterious, invisible bond cracking and pulling us to them.
You don’t have to see a net for it to be there, waiting to catch you.
It’s not unnerving.
It’s as safe as it is thrilling.
“Mr. Hawke.” Zar shakes Colt’s hand. “Mr. Bronson.” He shakes mine. “Helluva win today. Congratulations. That running pass in the first quarter? Twenty-one yards to Hawke, who dove into the end zone? Dayum, y’all are faster than a prairie fire with a tailwind.”
I laugh. I keep shaking his hand.
Suddenly, I sense who Zar is—he’s the one Ruby protects.
“Thank you,” I answer. “So you’re a big fan?”
“Oh,” Zar grins, his dark eyes dancing, “I do love the sport.”
