“I’ll drive myself.” I hold my hand out for his keys. “That is, if you trust me driving your car again.”
Calder doesn’t look thrilled as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve his keys, tossing them into the air and catching them quickly before throwing them at me. “If there’s a single scratch on my car, Sinclair, I’ll bill you for it.”
I make a perfect catch then swing his keys around my finger. “Deal.”
Hale checks his watch. “Meet back here in a few hours?”
I nod.
What the hell am I doing?
Sabs springs off my bed like she’s been launched by a catapult. “What do you mean, you’re going away for a weekend with them?”
I flip through my wardrobe of neatly pressed items. I have no idea what to wear, so I need to bring lots of options. I even toss in a few skimpy bikinis that I’ve never worn before pulling them out again.
“Hell no! You’re taking them.” Sabs throws them back in my suitcase. “You’ll rock those bikinis.”
I don’t usually like anyone else in my bedroom, but while packing, I really wanted their company.
“And you really don’t know where you’re going?” Delilah crosses her legs from her spot on my bed.
“Nope.” I pop the P as I inspect two cream-colored wool sweaters. They’re basically identical, but I decide to take them both anyway. “This is crazy, isn’t it?” I rub my temples. “Maybe I should see a doctor or something. This just isn’t like me.”
“You’re right, this is definitely not typical Kady behavior,” Delilah agrees. “But if these guys could be your scent matches, then you at least owe yourself the chance to find out.”
“But what if they are?” I voice my fears out loud. “What happens then? They’ll want to bond, and I’ll be tied to them forever?”
“I know your thoughts about scent matches,” Delilah replies, “but maybe you’ll feel differently after spending more time with them? The universe works in mysterious ways, bringing people together at the right times. This could be your moment.”
“Yeah, yeah, maybe the stars have aligned.” Sabs waves her arms around in an airy-fairy way, which earns her a cushion whack in the face from Delilah.
Delilah wags her finger. “When you find your scent match, Sabrina Maverick, you won’t be mocking me.”
“I can’t even find a heat buddy, let alone a scent match.” Sabs rolls her eyes. “Besides, scent match or not, you’ll probably have an incredible weekend with steamy sex and all the knots. I saw the hot editor atTheValley Voice,but what do the others look like?”
I throw her my phone so Sabs can inspect their profile pics on our group chat.
Delilah also cranes her neck to get a look. “There’s the cute Viking I saw you with.”
“We have Mr. Heartthrob Viking, Mr. Cute Animal Lover, Mr. Hotshot Editor, and Mr. Pretty Professor,” Sabs declares. “Which one of them has the double-knot?”
I stay tight-lipped. “That’s none of your business.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have given them both a rambling rundown of my history with the guys as soon as I got home. However, after weeks of holding everything inside, it felt surprisingly good to talk to them about it.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” I groan, collapsing onto the bed. “What if Ezra gets into trouble?”
Delilah rubs her chin. “I’m sure there’s something in the SVU rules about an exception for scent matches and faculty relations.”
She’s right, of course. I should have remembered that after all my reading.
“Who will even find out anyway?” Sabs shrugs. “It’s not like you’re going to be flaunting your trip all over social media. Breaking the rules and screwing a professor is pretty much every girl’s dream, right?”
“He’s never been my professor,” I point out. “He wasn’t even teaching here when we first met.”
“Faye is gonna freak when she finds out.” Sabs claps her hands in delight before her expression turns more somber. “In all seriousness, I think Del’s right. You have nothing to lose by going. The worst that can happen is you get some amazing sex then agree to go your separate ways.”
“Is that really the worst thing?” I bite my lip.
