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I find the button on her jeans, pause, feel the yes in the way her hands curl, then press my mouth to her again as my fingers work.

Roman murmurs something I cannot hear into her skin.

Deacon breathes out like a man who has walked a long way and finally reached a door that opens for him.

The storm rattles once, loud enough to feel in the floorboards.

The lamp by the hearth flickers and steadies.

She is shaking now, a fine tremor that has nothing to do with cold.

I kiss her jaw, her cheek, the place under her ear that makes her whisper my name.

I whisper hers back.

There is a moment, right here, where everything tips.

The night outside is absolute.

The lodge is the warmest place left on earth.

The four of us stand inside the circle of that heat and make a promise with our bodies that we have been making in pieces for a year.

I can feel Roman’s hand tighten.

I can feel Deacon’s breath on the back of her neck. I can feel her heart against my palm.

Finally, we’re together.

6

ROMAN

Cruz’s mouth leaves her, and I see her chest rise faster, the hem of her sweater bunched in his fist.

Her gaze snags on mine, and heat ripples low in my gut at the way her pupils dilate, the second of uncertainty drowned under something hotter.

“Strip,” I say, my voice hoarse and absolute.

Her fingers catch in the knit, dragging it up inch by inch, showing me her soft stomach, ribs, the swell of her breasts contained in cotton.

The sweater hits the counter behind her. I don’t give her time to stall.

“Jeans.”

Cruz has already unhooked her button, and the denim slides over her hips. Deacon’s hand is there, thumb brushing bone.

Cruz crouches, knuckles trailing the inside of her calf as he pulls the fabric down and away.

Now she stands in panties and that thin bra, skin bare to the warm air and three sets of eyes.

I curl two fingers toward myself. “Here.”

She comes.

Close enough that I can smell the heat on her skin, see the quick beat in her throat.

I turn her with a hand on her waist, hook my thumbs in the elastic of her panties, then pause.