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Still, it makes my stomach twist, and not in a bad way.

If Abram isn’t the man from the club, then he’s the closest thing to him. My body thinks he is. Responds like he is. And honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

I take a deep breath. Then another.

Focus, Jenna. Focus.

I finish setting the table. Everything looks perfect. Professional.

A moment later, Abram steps in.

“This looks good,” he says. His voice is calm and cool, just like always. “The meeting will start in five.”

He turns and walks out, closing the door behind him.

I don’t breathe until I’m sure he’s gone.

CHAPTER 14

ABRAM

The elevator dings, echoing through the private lobby of the top floor. I stand with my hands in my pockets, watching the doors glide open.

Right on time.

Denis steps out first. He’s dressed in a sharp suit, an eternal half-smirk on his face. Mikail follows, slightly more relaxed, eyes scanning the space with idle amusement. I don’t know if they coordinated the dark tailored suits, but they look like twins rather than brothers-in-law.

“Morning,” I say, stepping forward, clasping Denis’s hand first, then Mikail’s. “Appreciate the punctuality.”

Denis shrugs, his grip firm. “You trained us well.”

Mikail chuckles. “Anya made me set three alarms. She reminded me that your mood depends on the timeliness of our arrival.”

“She’s not wrong,” I reply, leading them toward the hallway.

They know this building, they know me. They’re the only two men I trust to have my back because they’re more thanlieutenants—they’re my family. Married to my sisters, bonded by blood and beyond.

Tatiana and Anya chose well. I’ve never seen either man flinch from the work. Both understand the rules. More importantly, they understand the importance of loyalty, of family.

“Kids good?” I ask as we walk.

“Charles refuses to eat anything that isn’t shaped like a dinosaur and made of chicken,” Mikail says.

Denis snorts. “Sofia flushed a two-hundred-dollar necklace down the toilet.”

“Delightful,” I reply with a chuckle.

They laugh, the sound echoing down the hallway. We reach the conference room and I push the door open.

Jenna’s waiting for us, ready and professional. “Gentlemen,” she says brightly. “Coffee’s fresh. Please help yourselves to some pastries, fruit, and almond biscotti if you’re feeling indulgent.”

I feel heat coiling low in my gut.

Control yourself, Abram.

A throat clears beside me. I glance over to see Denis watching me watching her. He lifts an eyebrow, silent and smug.

I look away. Say nothing.