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“Without mentioning actual work, how’s Envy?” Xavier asks.
“Who’s Envy?”
“She runs the Agency with us,” Yale explains, his gaze travelling down my throat. “You’d like her.”
This is strange, knowing that they have an entire life alongside ours. They have friends, colleagues, experiences—and I know nothing about it because I refused to accept that it was real.
“I did have an idea while I was there. Silence, how would you feel about having a bodyguard?”
I blanch a little at that. Sometimes, the brothers will drop by the hospital individually under the guise of saying hello, but it’s usually because there’s been some kind of threat and they’re looking out for me. I never dreamed I’d need one-on-one protection.
“Why does she need that? She has us,” Xavier says.
His sudden warmth towards me is taking some getting used to, so I decide to lean into familiarity and tease him. “Maybe he’ll be hot. We could use a fifth, right?”
“No,” they all say, and I chuckle wickedly into my wineglass.
I swallow my drink and lick my lips. “But sure, if you think I need someone.”
“Good. I met a woman called Mercy. I think you’d like her.”
Xavier’s laugh is low and deadly. “You want to bring Mercy here?”
“Yes. I read over her file. She’s impressive, maybe one of the best recruits we’ve had in years. She almost beat your bone-saw time,” Zayden says.
Xavier scowls. “Emphasis on the word ‘almost.’”
“I like Mercy,” Yale says. “She sent me some emails about some weapons she was inventing. They’re good.”
“Weapons?” I ask. “Like … guns and stuff?”
Yale chews his food thoughtfully. “More like silent killers.”
And she might be my bodyguard? I’m unsure if I should be reassured or scared stiff.
“Don’t worry, Q,” Xavier says. “She’s tough. The first time I met her, she made Lil’Bob cry.”
A small laugh escapes me. “Who is Lil’Bob?”
“One of the security guards on the grounds. He’s almost seven feet, hence the nickname. He left his post for one second, and Mercy climbed over the fence and back again. She yelled at him for six straight minutes about taking his job seriously.”
“Then she’ll look after our wife,” Zayden says, and my heart nearly leaps from my chest. I pause my fork at my lips, and the table falls silent, but Zayden keeps eating. When he realizes we’re all staring, he frowns. “What?”
“You said our wife,” Yale points out, the corners of his lips twitching.
Zayden’s scowl deepens. “No I didn’t.”
“You did,” I say. “Does that mean—” I moan involuntarily when I move and the dildo somehow slides deeper. “This is very distracting.”
“Kind of the point, Q,” Xavier says.
I narrow my eyes at him, and Zayden speaks.
“You’d better hurry up and eat. I’ve just thought of something fun we can play for dessert.”
He locks eyes with me, and I wonder if the longing in his gaze excites or terrifies me.
Maybe both.
