All three of them. Cassian, Jett, and Pine.
Savannah apparently called everyone and told them I'm a disaster.
I glance around the office. It's small but professional. Organized. Clean. Which is great except I suddenly care very much about how it looks, and about how I look, and about thefact that I'm still wearing the same sweater from earlier with the coffee stain I tried to hide with my blazer.
I'm spiraling so hard that I don't hear the door open until Cassian's voice cuts through my internal meltdown.
"Sharon. You good?"
I look up, and there's Cassian in my doorway, and Jesus Christ, he's even taller in the small office. He has to duck slightly under the frame like the building wasn't designed for humans his size. Leather jacket, despite the warm weather. Dark hair slightly messy, like he's been running his hands through it. His gray eyes are focused entirely on me.
"Define good," I say, because apparently I have zero filter today.
"Good means you're still standing." He steps inside like he owns the room, pulls out the chair across from my desk, and sits. Suddenly he's taking up most of the oxygen.
"Where are we at?" he says.
We. When did we become we?
"There's nothing to talk about," I lie. "I have a wedding that doesn't exist and a bride who's ghosting me and a groom who's my ex and a job that's imploding and apparently I can't handle any of it. Flowers which haven't been chosen nor bought. The same with the photographer, menu everything."
"Easy. Slow down," a voice adds from the doorway.
I turn.
Jett stands there, carrying coffee cups. His hair is still styled back. He sets a cup in front of me without asking.
"Oat milk. Three sugars," he says. "I remembered."
My throat gets tight when he looks at me like he did yesterday. Lust. Ready to fuck my mouth. Ready to get down and dirty.
Cassian smirks. "Go get a room. Wait, did you two?"
I shake my head fast. "No. Absolutely not."
Jett raises an eyebrow. "Defensive much?"
"Well, for someone who did an absolutely not, you seem a little defensive," Cassian adds.
Good. Perfect. Now I feel very small and very squished between giants.
Where is Jessica so this conversation can move away from my nonexistent love life and back to the disaster wedding no one wants to attend?
"Relax, Sharon." Jett moves closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. "He's just teasing."
Which is great, except now I'm thinking about his hands and all the other places they could go.
Concentrate, Sharon. Or I'll end up in heat and knotting with these Alphas.
Fantastic. Now my panties are wet just thinking about it.
Cassian tilts his head. "Are you having a heat spike?"
I touch my face and realize my cheeks are burning. The tips of my fingers come away hot. My skin feels feverish, flushed, like someone replaced my blood with lava.
Cassian watches me. His gray eyes are sharp and knowing, and he leans closer in his chair, elbows resting loosely on his knees.
"You're turning pink," he says quietly.
