“You’ll get used to us.”
“Will I?”I ask.
He leans in slightly.“I hope so.”
Before I can respond, Atlas passes behind him, grabbing his bag.“Stop flirting.You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Finn scowls.“You jealous, big man?”
Atlas doesn’t answer.He glances at me instead—one quick, searing look—then turns away.
“You’re all ridiculous,” I mutter.
Finn chuckles.“You like ridiculous.”
I don’t deny it.
Because I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll admit something I’m not ready to say.
Kael appears near the doorway, watching the two of us with that unreadable gaze.
“Meeting,” he says to Finn.“Now.”
Finn sighs, throws me one last smile, and jogs after him.
Atlas lingers a moment longer.He looks at me—really looks—like he’s trying to figure out what the hell I am.
Then he leaves too.
The room falls silent.
I exhale, pressing my hands to my face.
These men...
This team...
I came here to rebuild my career.
I didn’t expect to feel pulled—by three different gravity fields, each dangerous in its own way.
I didn’t expect heat.
Or tension.
Or the way my body reacts when any of them look at me like I’m a secret they aren’t supposed to want.
But they do.
God help me, they do.
And I don’t know how long I can pretend I don’t feel it too.
