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She laughs again. This time it sounds dangerously close to crying. “Awesome.” She walks away, heading toward the kitchen.

Mariah starts to follow.

Sage holds up a hand. “I need five fucking minutes.”

Mariah stops and Sage disappears through the doorway.

Silence.

Then Ezra turns on Malakai. “You kissed her?”

I laugh.

He points at me. “Don’t.”

“You waited until she left.”

“I am not jealous.”

“Of course not.”

Malakai watches the doorway. “She wanted me.”

Something sharp moves through me.

There. I don’t like that.

Interesting.

Ezra sees my face.

His anger pauses. “Oh, fuck you.”

“What?”

“You too?”

“No.”

Malakai looks at me.

I hate him.

Rhett Winslow does not get jealous. Jealousy requires uncertainty. I’ve never been uncertain about women. If they want me, they want me. If they don’t, there are others.

Simple. Except there aren’t others now.

There’s Sage. And the thought of Malakai’s mouth on hers makes something inside me bare its teeth.

Fuck.

I push away from the wall. “I’m checking outside.”

Ezra smiles.

Bastard.

“Running away?”