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“I’m not.” But my mind has started to spin like a merry-go-round.

What if I could still be a bride and a mom?

What if the family I’ve longed for looked a little bit different?

What if I never had to choose between Logan or Trent?

What if they could maintain their connection with each other?

What if the three of us reallycouldhave it all?

What if…

My heart’s beating fast and I barely dare to say what I’m thinking out loud. My palms feel clammy and the ocean waves sound like a roar in my ears. I smell fresh bread and sea salt andtropical flowers like the ones I just cancelled for my bridal bouquet.

Drawing a breath, I order myself to stay grounded. To say what I’m wanting out loud to the friend who encouraged me to do that.

“So maybe,” I say timidly. “I could find a way to have my cake and eat it, too.”

“Yes.” Camille’s smile turns saucy. “If bycakeyou mean Trent and Logan, then yes.” She squeezes my hand and lets go. “Devour that damn cake if you want it, girl. Order the fucking ice cream, too.”

CHAPTER 16

LOGAN

“Ican still do theSunblock Bliss Au Deuxon Friday.” I tap a few tick boxes in the consort portal on my pager, looking up at my boss to make sure she’s okay with the changes. “Zane says he’ll cover theQueen on her Tongue Throneenchantment for the guest in room 29. He’s more her type anyway.”

“That’s fine.” Kora Neville scrolls on her iPad. I caught her outside her office as she locked up to head home for the evening. “What about this special request for next Sunday?”

“The FMF threesome?” It seems so far off, and it’s hard to imagine I’ll be back to my normal routine by then. “Can I have ‘til tomorrow to decide whether to accept that one?”

“Of course.” Tucking her iPad in her bag, she holds out a hand as Sybil strolls up with her sex-rumpled curls and a smile. Threading her fingers through her wife’s, Kora continues. “Let me know by E.O.B. tomorrow if I should recommend another consort for that one. The guest won’t arrive until Friday, so we have a few days to make alternate arrangements.”

Sybil kisses Kora’s cheek with a loud smack before turning to me. “Bailing on guests now, are we?”

I don’t miss the meaningful look she’s giving me. We bothknow it’s rare that I turn down any enchantments. “Just making some adjustments,” I tell her.

Sybil nods with a smirk. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the guest in 16 and that lethal-looking guy she smuggled into the resort?”

I open my mouth to respond but Kora beats me to it. “Logan is entitled to privacy.” She gives me a look that’s equal parts kind and professional. “He doesn’t owe us his personal information.”

“Nah,” Sybil says, “but it’s fun to worm it out of him.”

Rolling my eyes, I reach out and give her a firm smack on the ass. She shrieks and pretends to hide behind Kora.

“I know that look,” Sybil says, laughing as she dodges my next attempt. “It’s the same lookIhad one week into enchanting a guest who never quite left.”

“Very funny.” I glance at Kora, wondering if it’s weird to have their origin story tossed around like this. “Maybe I just need time off.

“Whatever you say, smitten boy.”

“Brat.” I’d swat her again, but she’s still behind Kora.

Grinning, Sybil ducks out of her hiding place and presents her backside with a playful wiggle. “Want to follow us home and smack my ass some mor—Oh, hey there!” She’s waving at someone, and I look up to see Sara approaching. Her hair floats loose around her shoulders and she’s holding her sandals by the straps.

The look on her face isn’t envy, exactly, but maybe a little bewildered. I start to explain, but as usual, Sybil gets there first.

“I’m Sybil,” she says as she sticks out her hand. “You must be Sara.”

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