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It doesn’t matter what Alex tries to pull now. What we’re doing is no longer a secret.

“So…” Serena’s confidence wavers for the first time since she walked into the room. Like so many times before, she looks at each of us, then swallows. “If you still want me?—”

I step forward, kiss her again, and whisper, “Of course we do. You’re the only thing I’ve ever really wanted, Serena.”

There are open mouths as we go, heads swiveling to watch as the four of us walk out of the ballroom together. In the distance,at the front of the room, just on the other side of security, is the gaggle of Serena’s friends, whooping and whistling, creating the only other noise in the large, shocked, echoing space.

Chapter 51

Serena

The four of us have just made it into the hallway when two things happen at once. First, a tall, strong bald man in a suit calls out for Graham, and second, Travis gets a call.

I watch, breathless, as Travis steps to the side to take his call, and Graham turns to listen to the security guard.

“Sir,” the bald man says, bringing his hand up to his ear piece. “The vice president is here. She would like a word with you.”

My heart jumps, then squeezes. Maybe I shouldn’t have charged in here like that, risking everything Graham’s worked so hard for. Maybe?—

No. I’m done letting that voice in my head control me. Graham kissedme. He wanted me. They all want me.

Graham nods, raises his hand to us, then turns and follows the security guard down the hallway, where he’s going to, apparently, have a private audience with the Vice President of the United States.

A moment after Graham disappears, Travis steps in close to Ryan and me again, dipping his head and lowering his voice. “We need to talk. Not here.”

Five minutes later, after an elevator ride crackling with tension, we arrive at the top floor of the hotel, and Travis scans a key card to let us into a private suite.

Maybe someday, I’ll get used to the glamor, the luxury of this space. But now, my mouth drops open, and I bring my hand up to cover it as I take in the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city twinkling beyond, the gleaming stainless steel, and the polished marble.

It might not bemypersonal style, but I can admit that the Onyx properties are stupidly beautiful.

“What changed your mind?” Ryan asks, tugging me into his chest, hugging me, his breath warm in my ear.

I hug him back, hear the distant clatter of Travis at the drink cart. “I realized I didn’t have to let this go. You guys make me happy, and the fact that our love looks different, that other people don’t understand, that’s not?—”

Ryan pulls back, his chin softening as he stares down at me with those blue, blue eyes. “Love, huh?”

My throat bobs, but instead of denying it, instead of running from it, I nod. His hands tighten on my hips, and he leans down to kiss me.

Travis interrupts, holding out a drink between our faces.

“Alex is taken care of.”

Ryan and I pull back from each other. I take the drink, eyes wide as I look at Travis. For the first time since Alex barged into his office that day, he seems to be genuinely relaxed.

“So, youdidtake out a hit,” Ryan jokes, paling slightly when Travis doesn’t refute it.

A slow, steady smile stretches over Travis’s face. “No. Worse.”

I frown, “Worse?”

“I figured if Priscilla was doing a number on the family finances, she probably wasn’t being too careful with their taxes.After you mentioned her firing the counsel, I figured that counsel would include tax attorneys, too.”

“You went to the IRS?” Ryan asks, breathlessly.

Travis grins, and the sight of it is beautiful. “I have a friend there. Asked him to look into the case. He said since Stephen’s death, not a single year has been filed correctly. They owemillionsin back taxes, and that’s not counting the fees and potential jail time.”

Maybe the thought of Alex going to jail should make me feel bad. I picture my things on the lawn, his entitlement, him calling me a slut, and that concern just doesn’t come.