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"Uh…" I give them a funny look as I unwind my scarf from my neck and hang it up with my jacket. "You guys suddenly into feng shui?"

Jax scowls as he drags in another chair from the dining room to set beside a big table I don't recognize. "It's poker night."

"Oh. I didn't realize."

"Figured someone would tell you," he says, and yeah, that's a little passive aggressive, but Cayden doesn't take it that way.

He abandons the chips he was sorting to come over and plant a kiss or my lips. "Sorry. Meant to mention it last, but I got a little—ahem—distracted."

He shoots me a smiling leer and grabs my ass, and yeah, last night was pretty distracting. I can't fault him. "It's okay."

Adam wanders in, then, absorbed in his phone.

"Hey." Jax puts his foot out as if to trip him, and I grit my jaw.

Apparently that's just a running gag with these guys, though. Adam doesn't seem to be paying any attention, but he spots it coming a mile away. He shoots an arm out to the side, shoving Jax in the chest and neatly sidestepping his foot, grinning slyly. "Nice try, asshole."

"Yeah, whatever."

Jax shakes it off, but it's not as easy for me to ignore. Not when that was the kind of shit he used to pull with me in the hallways of our middle school. Maybe it was meant in fun back then, too, but if it was, he didn't let me in on the joke, and my bitterness about that still lingers in my throat.

Adam is still looking at his phone as he brushes a kiss across my cheek. I put my hand on his waist, but he keeps moving. I frown, but Cayden waves it off.

"Someone's wrong on twitter. This could take a while."

"Twitter? I thought you guys were hermits."

"In real life, yeah, mostly, but Adam's a tech guy. Told you he does the books and our website."

"And occasionally gets into fights on Twitter."

"Exactly."

"Just don't try to poke any Nazis today, okay?" Jax says. "You know the trolls give you indigestion."

Adam shakes his head. "I make no promises."

"Great."

The edges of my lips curl up. I kind of love the idea of him getting into it with bigots online. So long as it doesn't distract him too much…

"Is someone else making dinner, then? Should I?"

"Taken care of," Adam says absently.

Sure enough, about a minute later, Deandre and Sergio bust in the door. Deandre's got a stack of pizza boxes that goes halfway up his chest, while Sergio is hauling a case of beer in each hand.

"Speak of the devil," Cayden says.

Deandre skirts around the game table the guys are setting up to put the pizzas down on the coffee table. "Dig in."

"Don't mind if I do," Jax says.

Adam magics some paper plates out of nowhere. Jax takes them and starts serving up. To my surprise, he approaches me, plate in hand. On it sit two slices of Hawaiian—extra pineapple.

My brows furrow. "That's my favorite."

"Duh. Why do you think we ordered it?"