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“What about me? What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Crow growls.

“You play the fucking game. Give them everything they want. Show them around. Do whatever you can. I’ll reach out to the club lawyer to see if there is anything we can do to fix this mess,” Smoke says.

“Flowers,” I blurt out, making everyone turn toward me.

“Excuse me?” Smoke asks.

I shake my head. “She just thanked me for flowers right before we came in here. I never sent her any, and I thought it was odd. Before I could text her asking about them, we all came in here.”

The brothers curse under their breaths.

“On it,” Fox says, still typing away.

“Are we ever going to catch a fucking break? I swear, if it’s not one thing, it’s another,” Mac mutters.

“We could catch one easily,” Fox says, making us look his way.

“Are you going to tell us how?” Bear asks.

Fox shrugs. “Easy. No one else falls in love. Drama always comes when you guys settle down with a woman. Statistics say women are the problem.”

“Please, tell me again how my wife is the issue?” Gunner grumbles.

Fox raises his hands in surrender. “I like the ladies, don’t get me wrong. But every time a new one comes on the scene, something happens.”

As the conversation shifts, my mind races.

I’m going to have to have an uncomfortable conversation with Delaney, and it could go either way. It could bring us closer together or put a wedge between us. Only time will tell.

Fuck, I hope it doesn’t ruin what we’ve built. I don’t think I could let her walk away. Not now after I’ve fallen for her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Delaney

It’s noon on a Monday, but I feel like it might as well be a Friday. I am walking on cloud nine.

To be honest, I have been feeling this way for a while now. It’s like nothing can get me down. Erica says it’s all the orgasms. I think it’s that and the man who is giving them to me.

Or I guess I’m taking them for myself.

Either way, nothing is ruining my mood.

No, that’s why I’m practically floating as I walk into the teachers’ lounge on my break.

“You sure are glowing these days, Miss Harris,” Mrs. Bachman says as I refill my coffee cup in the teachers’ lounge.

I smile kindly at her. “Life is good. Don’t you think?”

She laughs. “I don’t know how you remain so calm and poised with the six-year-olds. They seem to be a never-ending source of questions and energy. It’s why I chose fifth grade to teach. Closer to adulthood, but right before all those teenage hormones.”

I chuckle. “That’s why I like them. They are hungry for knowledge. Just today I told one of them that butterflies taste with their feet. That led into a discussion about why they do that and what they like to eat. I was even able to pull up some videos online and show them so they could see it.”

“That’s why the kids love you,” she says. “You foster that in them. You’re a great teacher.”

“I try my best. I really do love it.”

“Keep it up. You’re doing great.”