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“And?”

Oh, Firecracker.

I could fucking kiss her again.

Tank barks out a laugh.

Carolina shakes her head. “You don't understand. Mitchell doesn't do this.”

Layla's eyes return to mine.

“Do what?”

“Kiss women hello,” Luca supplies.

“Touch them in public,” Koa adds.

“Bring them around us,” Tank says.

“Have them living in his house,” Dani adds.

“Dani,” Layla warns.

“What? We're all adults.”

“Some of us are trying to maintain professional dignity.”

I glance at the notebook Dani is still clutching against her chest.

“Says the one with the anatomically ambitious winged stick figure?”

Silence.

Layla's face goes scarlet. The room explodes.

“Oh my God!”

“Mitchell!”

“He saw it!”

“Give me that fucking notebook,” Tank demands.

“No!”

Dani takes off around the table. Tank goes after her.

Koa is laughing. Carolina is yelling something about knocking over the books.

For a few seconds, absolute chaos consumes my library.

I should be annoyed.

This is my house.

My library.

They're grown adults behaving like fucking teenagers. Instead, I'm smiling.