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Finley.

Annabeth.

Dani.

Chiara.

All sitting in my library. With Layla.

My Layla.

“What are they doing?”

“Talking, I assume,” Dane says like I’ve suddenly turned into an idiot.

Truth? I have.

Because what are they really doing? Talking? About books?

Bullshit.

Those women haven't gathered in my house to talk exclusively about fucking books. They're going to talk about the Rovers. Their husbands. Me.

Especially me.

“What exactly does Carolina know about me?”

Dane blinks.

Then he starts laughing.

Not chuckling.

Not smiling.

The bastard fucking laughs.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Barret.”

He laughs harder. Luca turns away. Koa is openly grinning now. Even Tank looks delighted.

I point at Dane. “Your wife worked for me.”

“Exactly.”

“She knows things.”

“Probably.”

“What things, Dane? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I don't know. She's my wife, not my informant.”

“That's an incredibly inconvenient distinction.”