“You’re the one they all want to see.” It’s true. The people adore Ivy—a fact that’s undeniable as she floats to the flower-wrapped railing and waves. The crowd goes wild, chanting, “Long live the queen.” Ivy smiles demurely, but her sly voice sneaks into the bond. I wonder if they’d still approve if they knew I’m not wearing any panties. We all freeze. And I’m sure the guys’ eyes drop to her backside at the same moment mine do. Ivy shoots us a grin. More cameras snap photos. And the thought of them capturing this moment—our mate, teasing us, here. Now. All of us gaping…
