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Should I start planning your shower now or wait until after Bingo?

I throw my pillow at the wall.

Then immediately pick it back up because I actually like that pillow.

I stare at my phone.

Because now I have to text Kai.

I have to somehow explain that the rumor mill at Our Lady of Grace Academy has apparently skipped straight past dating and arrived at holy matrimony.

Oh Lord.

I just hope he doesn't think I started any of this.

Twenty-Seven

Kai

The room around me is packed.

Adrik Volkov sits at the head of the table, looking exactly like the terrifying Russian billionaire everyone assumes he is.

Beside him sits his brother, Marat Volkov, who somehow manages to look even scarier despite the fact he is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen.

Nico Fury—the Viper King—is leaning back in his chair like he owns the place.

Which, technically, he has a share.

Josef Aziz is reviewing files.

Andres Ramirez has his laptop open.

Remy Falco is sprawled across two chairs like a man attending a barbecue instead of a business meeting.

Across from me, Ego looks bored. As do the rest of our team—Jack, Less, and our fearless leader, Noel Kane.

That is… he looks bored until I blurt out in front of everybody, “I'm gonna marry her!”

Silence.

Then—chuckles.

Smirks.

And Noel actually snorts.

“Jesus Christ,” Less mutters from near the windows.

Jack's permanent scowl twitches.

Which, coming from Jack, is basically hysterical laughter.

Ego is grinning like the prick he is.

“Called it,” he says.

“Shut up.”

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