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Harmony’s face gets soft. “We do. She is so beautiful. It’s been hard to leave her,” she starts, and pointedly looks at the guys. “For all of us.”

“I’m sure. I would love to meet her.”

“Do you want to see a picture to hold you over until you do?” she asks, not waiting for an answer before pulling out her phone.

I turn to the guys. I’ve seen many pictures. Not from Harmony, but James. The men love their little girl.

“So, I hear we have a crazy fucking rabbit in the ranks now,” James smirks.

“We do. She has a big personality.” I take a step away from Saylor. “She helped Saylor, so I will put up with her,” I concede.

“We do what makes our mates happy,” Jax says, looking softly at Harmony chatting with Saylor.

“We do,” Blue agrees.

“What do you need us to do to help Saylor?” James asks.

“We are going to draw him out. Trap him. The bad part is Saylor is going to be the bait.”

“Oh, shit.” Blue crosses his arms.

“What he means to say is, we will help in any way we can,” Jax says.

“No, he meant that her being the bait is a horrible idea and can only lead to bad shit,” James says. “But it is better that you know she is bait beforehand. Harmony made the same plan but didn’t inform us until she was in the plan.”

“Oh, fuck.” Jax rubs his head.

“Excuse me,” Harmony angrily puts her phone away.

“Are you guys hungry? We can get you a menu. We added some things since the last time you were here,” Jax says quickly.

“Sounds good,” I say.

Their bar manager Stephan runs up behind them through the growing crowd.

“Jax, I need you. There's a fight breaking out in one of the rooms.”

“Who?” Jax demands, suddenly turning into the fierce leader he is.

“It’s a coyote.”

“Fucking coyotes,” Blue hisses. “Can’t we ban them?”

“One of these days, there is bound to be some good ones.” He shrugs. “Sorry to leave you. Blue come with me,” Jax instructs. “James, with Harmony.”

When they disappear, James slides close to Harmony. “Do you want to find a dark booth and make out?”

She playfully smacks his chest. “James,” she scolds, but quickly follows him as he drags her away. “Have fun,” she yells at us when the crowd swallows them.

“Overwhelmed yet?” I ask.

“No.” She squeezes my hand. “They are great. I knew there were multiple mates, but I’ve never seen them. It’s interesting.”

“There will not be any more mates for you,” I growl, leaning down to lightly bite the exposed mark on her shoulder. “I’m not built to share.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, her breath catching.

Everything was going great…until it wasn’t.