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“We’ve actually had a bet on how fast he’ll snog someone.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault they want it!” Björn protests.

“You always give the people what they want?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“What can I say?” Björn grins shamelessly and shrugs. “I aim to please.”

“Then how about you give me the twelve million you owe me for my crystal meth and that plane you exploded?”

There is a moment of silence before the whole team, including Björn, bursts into laughter.

“Technically, it was Damián’s idea! I was just the driver.”

“Yeah, I really had to twist your arm to get you to join me.”

“Actually, I think billing them is a great idea,” Logan laughs. “Maybe that will teach them to stop doing reckless things all the time.”

“As your legal counsel, I must advise against it. We can’t bill them every time they act recklessly; the agency would run out of funds in a single weekend.”

I look up at Damián. “Is it really that bad?”

“They’re exaggerating.” He shakes his head, his finger tracing circles on my hip.

“Oh, are we? How about the time you threw a live viper at an arms dealer back in Phoenix?” Knox asks, refilling his plate with more macarons.

“I was out of bullets,” Damián defends himself, and I’m just so glad I wasn’t there to see him using a venomous snake like some freaking dagger.

“Besides, my weaponized snake worked perfectly.”

“Or like the time Björn drove a school bus off a cliff,” Alexios adds. “If he’d jumped out of the bus two seconds later, we would’ve needed a spatula to scrape him off the rocks.”

“Which is exactly why I jumped two seconds before.”

Leif bursts out laughing, and the twins are so synchronized that he throws a hand in the air, and Björn high-fives him perfectly without even looking.

“Yeah?” Logan grabs two beers from the cooler and sits down, handing one to Finnian. “And what about the time you injected yourself with epinephrine so you could lift a car off Dami?”

“Epinephrine?” I look up at Damián.

“Synthetic adrenaline.”

I turn to stare at Björn. “Wait… You shot yourself with adrenaline to lift a car and save Damián?”

Björn nods, drinking his beer.

“It took me two surgeries and five months of physical therapy to put his body back together,” Tae sighs, shaking his head. “He is lucky he didn’t break his spine.”

“And I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant saving my brother.” Björn lifts his beer in a toast.

“Very fucking thankful for that.” Damián reaches over and clinks his bottle against Björn’s.

Wow…

And here I thought Zara and I lived dangerously.

But our adventures sound like an episode of Dora the Explorer compared to what these guys do.

Because oh, my God…