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I snickered and bent down to rinse my mouth. He went back to brushing his teeth as I reached for my face towel.

“Would be one hell of a hallucination if we all remembered it, Sin.”

“Goldyn,” he recalled her name thoughtfully. “She’s pretty as fuck.”

“Oh, that part you remember, huh?”

“Hell yea,” he grinned before rinsing his mouth out.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t disagree with my husband. Goldyn was pretty as fuck. And she had the sweetest voice. I didn’t know if she’d be as subdued as she was last night whenever she woke up, but I was curious to be around her again. More than anything, she impressed me, but I hadn’t missed Sincere’s reaction to her last night.

He’d jumped at the chance to take care of her.

I could always tell when he was into a woman because he went from zero to a thousand in half a second. Pretty women were his kryptonite. And that was apparently true even if the pretty woman had broken into our home.

Sin and I were both bisexual. And while we were committed to each other for life, we still liked to date women from timeto time. As long as she was open to being shared. We hadn’t done that in a while though. The past two years had been hectic, getting used to living in the mountains and adjusting to a slower lifestyle after living in King’s Town for most of our lives.

No women had really caught our eye, but I couldn’t say we were looking either.

But last night...

I knew what the fuck he looked like when he was smitten. And it happened on the spot with Goldyn. Maybe it had been the alcohol. Or maybe it had just been instant infatuation…

We’d see how the next few minutes went.

As if reading my mind, Sincere rushed past me, tugging off his towel to go in the closet. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go see if she’s okay. We can’t leave her alone with Rome. He’ll scare her off and I want to make her breakfast.”

Shaking my head, a chortle passed my lips. Still, I joined him in the closet to find something to wear. “Something tells me she can hold her own. She wouldn’t have been on our couch yesterday if that weren’t the case. Goldy has self-preservation skills.”

GOLDYN

When I woke up, instant confusion riddled me. This bed was too comfortable and the room was too cool.

I loved my converted van and everything it had allowed me to do in the past three years, but it wasn’t a luxury sleeping experience. I couldn’t say the same for wherever I was right now.

The sheets were soft as butter against my skin, the room was freezing, making me burrow deeper under the plush duvet. It was perfect.

Too perfect.

My eyes popped open.

“Where am I?” I croaked, looking up at the wood beams spanning the ceiling. A ceiling fan spun slowly, circulating the cool air.

Slowly, bits and pieces of the night before played in my head.

Getting lost.

Breaking a window.

Eating.

Drinking.

And falling asleep like a fucking creep in somebody’s house.

I groaned, sinking deeper into the heavenly mattress and further under the safety of the blanket.

A few seconds later, a loud thud made me jump. It was the unmistakable sound of iron hitting the floor. Like someone had dropped a weight after a set in the gym.