“You want us to leave?” the twins ask in unison, exchanging a look. “If you need space, that's under—” I start, when Ranger grabs me around the wrist and yanks me toward him, looking down at my face with a searing heat that has my throat closing up and my pulse pounding. Uh-oh. That's not a good look, not a good look at all. “Out,” Ranger repeats, holding me close and giving the other boys one of his signature glares. “You can wait in the hall, if you want.” “Wait in the hall for what?” I choke out as Spencer sighs and rakes the fingers of both hands through his hair. “Five for five,” he
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