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“You have my word she’s okay.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then don’t.” He shrugs and presses a kiss to my shoulder that lights up my entire body.

And just like that, Callie slides one inch down the list. I feel it happen. I let it. Worst friend in Philadelphia, population me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not offering you anything.” He kisses along my collarbone. “I’m showing you what you already are to us.”

I absolutely do, in fact, let my head drop back onto Enzo’s shoulder.

“And what does that mean?” I gasp as he nips my skin.

“Use us,” he says.

The words. I hear them. But I don’t really understand them.Use us.Who says that? That’s a billboard, not a sentence. Use us. For what, exactly?

I should make sure.

“What doesuse usmean?”

“Out of everything he just said.” Davi tilts his head. “That’s your question, Hadley?”

Why do they keep using my name? It is, in fact, my name. But it’s the way they keep saying it. In a way no one ever has. Soft, with an undercurrent that promises things.

So use me does, in fact, mean exactly what I think it does.

“Let’s pick this up later.” I try for breezy. “After the fundraiser.”

“Can’t do that, Hadley.” Leif inhales slowly, like he’s drawing in my very essence, before he lifts his head. “You’re a very important woman. But there are rules we cannot break.” He grips my chin between his fingers, turning me to look at him, then cups my jaw. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” The words aren’t for me. I know it by the way he says them, more to himself than anyone.

“And what if I say no?” I pause and lick my lips, my very swollen kissed lips. “Do I turn into a pumpkin, or do you just bill me for the dress?”

Those blue eyes lock onto mine. The crystals are back. The iris does that pulsing thing again. Definitely not normal irises.

“I really hope you don’t.” He leans in, a breath away. “Tell me yes. Right here. Right now. And we are yours.”

We.

We.

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” He can’t possibly mean the three of them. Right now. Right here. In a locker room.

His lips twitch. “All of us. Or none. That’s the shape of it.”

“That’s…” I swallow. Three grown men? “That’s a lot of shape, Leif. That warrants overthinking. That warrants a lawyer.”

“You’re overthinking.”

“It warrants overthinking.”

Davi. Enzo. Leif.

The three of them.

A part of me still wants to run. I don’t get deals like this. I couldn’t tell you the last time I felt wanted.Desired. It’s why I cut men off.