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Now would be a very good time to send the first photo.

I looked up.

Scarlett must have been reading the same message, the corners of her mouth curving up.

I managed to keep my expression neutral as I opened the locked folder on my phone, found the image I wanted, and sent it to Lachlan.

Nik’s phone buzzed against the table, and almost simultaneously, all three men reached for their phones.

I took a perfectly innocent sip of wine.

The photo I had sent Lachlan was the least scandalous one from the afternoon, which said more about the other photos than it did about this one.

I was stretched across a deep red velvet chaise in black lace, posed far more provocatively than anything I’d ever imagined doing for a camera.

Beside me, Lachlan went completely still, but I kept my attention fixed on anything but him. Across the table, Nik slowly lowered his phone while Lacey hid a smile behind her champagne glass.

His pale eyes settled on her. “Finish your drink.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

A laugh burst out of her. “Is that a threat?”

“No. That’s generosity.”

Lucian’s attention moved from the screen to Scarlett.

“You three planned this.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened. “Planned what?”

“Scar.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Lucian pushed his glass away and stood. “We’re leaving.”

“Already?”

“Aye, and if we stay much longer, I’m going to stop caring how many people are watching.”

Scarlett’s smile disappeared beneath a flush that spread rapidly over her face.

She was on her feet less than five seconds later.

Lacey laughed as Nik stood beside her. “You boys are terribly easy.”

Nik slid a hand around the back of her neck and drew her close enough to speak against her ear. Whatever he said made her breath hitch.

“Oh.”

He took her hand.

“Goodnight.”

“Have fun,” Lacey called to me as Nik led her away.