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“More wine?” Felicity hovers the bottle over my glass, but I place my palm over the top. “I think I might switch to water.”

Luna fakes falling off her chair in shock.

“Ha-ha,” I mock. “Hilarious. But I’m still feeling hungover from last night, and I’m jetlagged to hell. I’ve already had three glasses, and it's only six p.m.”

“Never stopped you before.” A deep voice filters from behind, and then Jensen comes to sit next to me in the empty seat. A slight breeze casts across the garden and his cologne hits me square in the face, sending tingles throughout my body.

I reset myself and shrug my shoulders. “I refuse to spend tonight with my head in a toilet.”

He drops his head so Felicity and Luna, who are busy talking, can’t hear. “No, you’re right. I’m gonna need your mouth elsewhere.”

Heat pools between my thighs, and he chuckles in delight.

Bastard.

“Still bare for me?”

“No,” I say, turning to him. “I put underwear on when I got changed.”

A hand lands on the inside of my thigh underneath the table, and I shudder at the way his fingertips dance up the inside, traveling toward my apex. I turn to look at him just as his fingers trace over my lace thong. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

He quirks a brow at me. “Oh, Princess, I can’t wait to have you on your knees for me.”

Snatching his hand away, he pushes back his chair and stands, disappearing into the house.

Clearing my throat, I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs, fighting back my needy desperation.

“When do you head out for the airport?” I turn to Felicity.

She checks her watch. “In a couple of hours.” Throwing her head back, she groans in pleasure. “Two weeks on a Caribbean beach, come to Mama.”

I snort. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold the fort down at work.”

“Where’s Darcy?” Luna looks around, searching for Felicity’s daughter.

She rolls her eyes. “On the phone with Liam asking where he is. He was supposed to be here an hour ago.”

“Oh,” I say, taking a sip of water. “What’s the issue there?”

Puffing out a breath, she runs her finger around the rim of her glass. “They’re just fighting more. Which doesn’t bode well given they’re both attending the same college this year.”

I wince. “It’s really young to be so serious.”

She nods. “Yeah, but they’ve always been kindreds.”

“He’s acting like a dick,” Jack pipes up from where he’s sitting across the table. Felicity eyes him, but he sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. “He is! Every time I see my sister, she’s crying over him.”

“Well,” I announce. “That’s the trouble with men. They’re all dickheads, some are just more self-aware and rein it in better.”

Luna snorts. “Tell me that again when you find the one.”

“Not happening. I’m young, free, single, and actually, I’m having another glass of wine.”

Luna snorts another laugh, but loudly this time, and she slams her hand over her mouth. “God, I’m so embarrassing!”

“Angel, I’ve got Jessie on the line.” Jon appears, handing Felicity his phone, and she stands from the table to take the call.

“Why couldn’t he come?” Luna asks. “He said something about family commitments?”