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When we were kids, I was obsessed with bugs. I loved the Roly Polys, because when you touched
them, they curled into a ball. I force back a grin as I think of the way Maya rolled away from me, all
curled up, just like those little bugs. Fitting since the woman seems to love bugs as much as I used to.
Becca walks in, zipping up a hoodie. “Hey, you’re back. Didn’t catch your bride?”
I glare at her, which, of course, bounces off her. She drops to the floor next to me and bumps her
shoulder into mine. I bump her back a little harder, which just makes her laugh. Nick drops onto the
padded mats and stretches out flat on his back.
“Thank you for coming, you guys. I know it was rough, but it meant a lot that you stayed,” she
says. We grunt, not bothering to explain that we stayed under duress. She knows, she just doesn’t care.
“Soooo…you and Maya, huh? I didn’t see that coming.”
“There’s nothing between us. Nothing.”
“No, there was definitely nothing between you,” she says with a choked laugh. “Not a millimeter.
It was hot.”
Growling, I bump her shoulder again. She turns to me with a smile that makes my balls crawl
back into my body. A smile that warns me she can fuck me up for life. Then it drops, and she’s back to
sunshine. No wonder Kade’s obsessed with her and put a ring on it. He needs her, someone strong and
terrifying. All the women he had in the past were all too needy, too weak for him, but he couldn’t see
it until he met her.
“I’m glad you married him,” I murmur, “even if you are deranged.”
“Awww, thank you. You’re so sweet.” She claps her hands. “So, you want to bang Maya. Let’s
discuss.”
I kick out at Nick, who’s shaking with silent laughter at me being Becca’s target. I can’t take her,
but I can hold my own with him. He rolls out of the way onto his side and props his head on his
hands.
“Yes, Zach,” he says with a shit-eating grin, “let’s discuss. You’ve had a hard-on for her all week.
It was bound to happen eventually.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Seriously? You’ve been fixating on her from day one.”
“Because she’s a walking disaster! The woman loses her fucking shoes every day.”
“She does?” Becca asks, looking intrigued.
