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374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 6, 2020


Honestly, if Harold had told me before I took the job that shifters could get through locks without even trying and that they would try to get me to sign legal papers for them to adopt me, I probably would have said “no thanks” and kept looking for a different job. By the time I realized how… intense they really were, I was already comfortably settled. And really, it’s nice to be wanted. I’ve been on my own for a long time. I kind of like being able to complain about how clingy my guys are.
Ready, Gideon?”
“Sure.” Gideon kisses the top of my head and then stands up and heads for the door as if he didn’t just metaphorically throw a live grenade into the room.
Andrew just smirks and follows him out, but Elinor shrieks, “What the fuck was that?” The door closes. Those remaining turn to me.
And speaking of Gideon…. *big sigh* He’s a dilemma wrapped in a conundrum, all packaged in a sexy scowl.
Do not drink any until you get the all-clear, but I’m having one now.” He turns and opens the fridge. “Because I need a drink to be able to deal with the concept of Gideon Bailey being sweet.”
Oh, fuck—Gideon! I spin in the direction of the hall, but Gideon is already emerging, his hand aloft, waving the virulently pink dildo I bought a year ago. “Do you want these arranged by color or size or species?”
I close my eyes. My cheeks are so hot, they could combust at any moment.
“Sam?” I open my eyes. Alistair and Andrew have matching expressions of delighted shock on their stupid faces, but Gideon’s usual resting bitch expression is accented by a sexy little smirk. “Color or species?”


