Page 87 of Scrum Heat

Then comesthatcard.

Theo draws it, and grins wickedly.

“Who’s most likely,” he reads, pausing for full dramatic effect, “to absolutelyruina perfectly innocent omega without even taking their clothes off?”

Jax leans back, sipping his drink as Rory groans and rubs a hand over his face. “That’s not a real card. You made that up.”

“It’s laminated,” Theo replies, though he keeps the card hidden from everyone’s view. “It’sdefinitelyreal.”

Finn clears his throat. “Too soon, man.”

I take a sip of my own drink.

Then, because I’ve apparently lost my damn mind, I say:

“Well, I don’t know. Should we test it?”

The roomflatlines.

Theo’s eyebrows shoot up. “Frankie.”

“What?” I shrug, playing coy. “We’re bonding, aren’t we?”

Rory stands up, paces exactly one step, and sits back down like his soul left his body. I laugh as Finn chokes, and though Jax doesn’t move, I can feel him watching me.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” Theo smirks as he leans forward.

I meet his eyes. “You said you wanted me in the pack.”

He glances at the others, and I follow his gaze.

Rory’s gone full statue.

Finn’s gone pink.

Jax’s eyes drop to my legs, then drift back up, his face still unreadable—but his grip tightens slightly on the glass in his hand.

Theo exhales. “Say the word, omega.”

I don’t hesitate.

“Okay.”

“Well then,” Theo grins as he taps the rim of his glass. “There’s only one way to do this right.”

Finn narrows his eyes. “Please don’t say strip poker.”

Theo leans forward, reaches for the coffee table, and grabs an empty soda bottle.

“Spin the bottle.”

Rory groans,loudly. “Are we twelve?”

“You wish you had this much game when you were twelve,” Theo shoots back.

Jax shrugs. “I like this game.”

“What?! You don’t even talk to anyone!” Finn says flatly.

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