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“I love you, too,” gets returned in three different voices.

I sigh happily, drifting off.

“Are you saying you do this every time you guys fuck?” Max asks incredulously.

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A text startles me awake. I’m disoriented as I try to sit up. Asher is pressed with his back against the wall on one side. Trevor has me boxed in on the other. Max is lying at our feet. I’m stuck.

They’re all passed out and I have no idea what time it is.

I feel like it’s a brand-new day with my options wide open.

When I finally struggle my way out of the blanket cocoon they have me wrapped in I know option one is going to be a soak in a hot bath.

The alert goes off again and I reach over Trevor to find my phone and see who it is. No one texts me this early anymore.

Southie: He left to get a coffee. Bring him his car back.

I gasp as my eyes widen.

It really is a brand-new day.

“Yes!”

Epilogue

Two Months Ago

South

This is Tera’s savior. The person she trusted with her safety while she was hiding from me.

I have to say, I’m grudgingly impressed.

A man with black hair cut close to his head on the sides and a bit longer on top. Mostly Asian heritage. His skin looks deeply tanned with all the black he’s wearing. Cargo pants and combat boots. Military but not quite. Maybe he served before he became a bodyguard. A tight black t-shirt that emphasizes the breadth of his shoulders and his muscular chest. He’s not a powerhouse. He’s more slim stealth you would never see coming until it’s way too late.

I can appreciate that type. It suits my style.

He isn’t shifting on his feet as he waits. His full attention is on the parking lot as he stands by his car. His body is stiff as he pretends to be a statue.

I’ve never seen anyone so still before.

He hasn’t gone out much since Tera asked me to follow him. All I have to do is keep him safe.

From what though?

Yeah, his boyfriends aren’t the best from what I’ve been told. His coworkers apparently eat a bag of dicks for breakfast in the mornings. All the other information Tera could have given me is locked up tight in her memory vault. She knows secrets about him and she’s promised to never tell. She’s good at keeping secrets.

It makes me curious. I know there’s more to the story and I like taking things apart to see how they work.

He is a story I want to take apart and savor piece by piece.

I rarely get affected by people. They mostly cause a minor or a major annoyance to me. This man has my full attention. Not a good thing for him.

It isn’t just his looks, even though he is attractive. It’s something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on. And I want to put my finger on it. All over him, preferably.

What would I have to do to shake that effortless blank mask right off his beautiful face?

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