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“But then I wouldn’t have ruined your morning.”

“My time could have been spent on more important things.”

I pretend to inspect the kukri. “Like showing your outsider more of our secrets?”

“Like running this place.”

“Pity.” I turn back to him with bored eyes. “But congratulations, you found him.”

“I did. Here.”

“You refuse to protect him, so someone has to.”

Wilde’s gaze moves over Sasha. “What happened to you?”

“Only good things.”

Apparently, Wilde doesn’t want to know what those good things are. “Get in the car. We have a busy morning.”

“Fine.”

But before Sasha can get to Wilde’s car, I grab him by the hood of the sweater. “This is mine.”

“I’m borrowing it.”

“You’re trying to steal it. Like my other one. You know how I feel about stealing.”

“It’s not stealing when you’ll get it back.”

“It is stealing when you’re taking it without my permission.”

He twists so he can see me better, and I know the look he hits me with all too well. The eyelashes, the pout, the innocence in his eyes. I won’t fall for it. “Then give me your permission.”

“No.”

“Please, Lynx?” The tone tugs at something in my gut. Something completely unexpected and off-putting.

“Ahh …”

“That’s a yes.” Then he pushes onto his toes and leaves a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

All I can do is watch him leave, getting hotter under the collar of my T-shirt as I register the strange look Wilde leaves me with and feel the six sets of eyes burning into my side.

“Formation,” I bite out. “Now.”

They don’t immediately jump at my words.

“That guy just kissed you,” JJ needlessly points out. “On the cheek.”

“And he’s still alive,” Josie adds as though we all can’t see that for ourselves.

“None of you are in formation.”

Gracie gasps. “Do you have a crush?”

My fist strangles the handle of the kukri. “Do you have hearing issues? I gave a command.”

“Oh my god …” Coco whines. “You’d be the cutest boyfriends.”