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“A hole to stick your cocks in.”

I studied her. “Do you like that?”

She shrugged, sitting on the stool next to mine. “Sometimes. I like sex as much as the next person. And there’s no shortage of attractive men here.” She sniffed. “Even if they do keep getting married off.”

I chuckled at that. “There’s always the prospects.”

She wrinkled her nose. “They’re like slobbery puppies. No idea what they’re doing.”

I laughed. “So teach ’em.”

“Someone has to. But not going to lie, ever since Hawk shacked up with Kara, I’ve missed having a regular.”

There was an unspoken offer in her voice. And fuck, she was pretty and easy to talk to, and she had a banging body. It would have been so easy to take out my Luca and Nyah frustration on her.

And yet it would have been totally unsatisfying for both of us.

So I said to her what had essentially been the theme of my night. “I think what you actually need is a friend.”

She sighed, the flirt in her switching off. “You might be right. Other than the girls here, I don’t really have any of those.” She glanced at me. “Want to be my friend, Lynx?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

Because why the fuck not? I was everyone else’s friend, after all.

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NYAH

Dear Diary,

If men could stop sending underwear instead of apologies, that would be amazing.

The main airport bustled with people lugging their suitcases around, tired kids dragging their feet behind them. Boards lit up all around us with flight departure times and numbers, and I peered at each of them, nosy about where people were traveling to, even though I knew our flight wouldn’t be listed since it was private.

I’d shared a car here with Luca and Lynx, but due to the traffic, it hadn’t been able to get us to the private side of the international airport. We’d decided it would be quicker to get out and walk through the terminal.

Luca had barely said two words to me the entire way, and Lynx clutched his newly forged passport like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea. His white teeth dug into his bottom lip.

Guilt consumed me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed his fingers. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. You look so stressed.”

“I’m fine.” He quietly pulled his hand away from mine.

That stung a little bit, though it had no right to.

Luca eyed him. “You’ll get through. Stop freaking out.”

Lynx just nodded.

Luca scanned the faces around us. “Where the hell are my father and uncle?”

“And Dax,” I added.

Luca squinted, trying to see them through the crowd. “They should have been here thirty minutes ago. We’re supposed to be wheels up in fifteen.”

I scanned the airport again but couldn’t see any sign of any of them.

Luca took out his phone and called someone, presumably his father or uncle, and then swore and shook his head when they didn’t answer. “We should just get on the plane. They’ll get there eventually, I guess.”