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Finley pulls out another. Chiara has two. Annabeth adds one to the growing pile.

I stare.

Muscular men glare seductively from the covers.

Some have glowing eyes.

One has claws.

I'm pretty sure another has fangs.

I look at Carolina.

She places her own paperback delicately on top of the stack.

I blink.

“Are those…”

“Shifter romances,” Finley says.

My heart gives a happy little jump.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You have a shifter romance book club?”

“We have a romance book club,” Carolina corrects.

Dani waves her paperback. “We just happen to be on a shifter kick.”

I pick up the book nearest me.

“Werewolves?”

“Last month,” Chiara says.

“Bears?”

“February.”

“Dragons?”

Annabeth points at Finley. “She made us read three.”

“They were excellent.”

“They had wings.”

“Exactly.”

I look at the pile again.

Holy shit.

These might actually be my people.