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Today? I have no idea what to think.

I'm so lost in wondering that it takes me by surprise when Deandre appears at my side. The guy is huge; if he can sneak up on me, I must be really out of it.

"Here," he says. "Let's get you off your feet."

"I'm fine," I protest.

"Didn't say you weren't. Just think you might like to have a seat. Maybe a glass of wine?"

Oh. Right. Deandre's been seeing to my knees and offering to take care of me from the minute I walked in the door. This is just more of that.

I let out a breath that feels like all the air flowing out of my lungs. "Wine sounds fantastic."

"White or red?"

"Red, please."

"On it." Then he swoops in and presses a kiss to my cheek, and honest to god butterflies flutter through my chest.

Jeez. For the first time, Jax's suggestion that I could date all the men here seems like a good thing. Because I adore Adam and I love Cayden. I have insane chemistry—good or bad—with Jax. And Deandre does these things to me.

And Sergio…

He's still hardly said five words to me, but my gaze searches him out as I make my way across the room. He has this slow intensity to him, this quiet presence. As if he can feel my stare, he meets my gaze with his own, and I shiver. The scarring on the side of his face proves his heroism, but the injury didn't make him hard. He has the most beautiful eyes, and that sexy, long hair. That smooth caramel skin and those tattoos… I want to know what's happening beneath the surface, what he's thinking behind that secretive half smile.

Seriously. If I had to choose from among these guys, it'd be the hardest decision of my life. It makes me giddy to imagine I might not have to.

My reservations remain. But I'm starting to see a couple of perks I might not have thought of before.

Hopes still rising, I seat myself at the big dining room table, right in the middle where I was last night. Cayden drops down from the ladder, burnt out bulb in his hand. He makes a beeline for me and plants a kiss on my lips, then gestures toward the sink. "Just gotta go wash up."

"Okay," I say, dizzy.

Moments later, Deandre places a glass of wine in front of me.

And then there's nothing for me to do except watch these gorgeous men buzz around the kitchen, while I sip on a nice, full-bodied cab, and try to figure out how on earth I got here.

And if I can really afford to let this opportunity slip through my hands.

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On the one hand, dinner tonight is exactly the same as it was last night. The food is still amazing, and Adam is still humble about his skills. The guys still joke around and talk shit.

On the other hand, everything is different.

Jax must have told them that he let the cat out of the bag. Suddenly, where there was a low-key unspoken sexual tension in the room, there's now a palpable sense of anticipation. Adam isn't as subtle when he runs his fingers over the back of my neck as he places a plate of meaty, cheesy, delicious lasagna in front of me. Cayden sits right next to me and holds my hand where anyone can see it, and Jax keeps giving me looks like he can't decide if I kicked his puppy or if he wants me to suck his dick. Honestly, it's probably a little bit of both. I feel kind of bad about the puppy thing, but the dick-sucking I could be down for.

And then there's Sergio and Deandre. The two guys in the house with whom I have yet to become intimately acquainted.

You wouldn't know it from the way they act, though. Sergio's penetrating gaze has a new intensity. He's yet to see me naked,but the way he's looking at me, it's like he has X-ray goggles on. Like he can appreciate every curve.

Meanwhile, Deandre sits at my side. He's kept an eye on my wine glass and maintained it at exactly the right level so I'm never wanting, but I'm also not in any danger of getting drunk. He hasn't made any overt moves, but his knee grazes mine every time one of us moves. Shivers float up and down my spine at the contact. And I want more.

So, so much more.

As the meal comes to a close, Deandre pushes his plate aside and sits back in his chair. "Time for our business meeting?"

A couple of groans greet the suggestion, but no one argues. I perk up. Yesterday, they told me a little bit about what they all do around here, but I'm eager to know more. I tell myself it's not because I'm curious as to how I would fit, if I decided to stay, but I'm not exactly sure who I'm kidding.