The galley felt too small for how many bodies crowded into it, but somehow it worked, steam curling from platters, the radio whispering an old love song, cutlery clinking like soft rain. I set the last dish down, a pan of roasted potatoes with rosemary and lemon, and stepped back to breathe it all in.“Jesus, that smells unreal,” Rian said, already reaching.“Hands,” I warned, and he had the decency to grin and wait. Eion pulled out a chair with the lazy grace of a man who’d fought more than he’d slept. Declan brought a bottle to the table like a trophy, popping the cork one-handed to a small cheer. Darragh slid into the seat to my left, phone face-down beside his plate, always watching without looking like he was. Across from me, Domonic and Hayden took the end of the table, their posture a quiet line of duty. They were careful, polite even, but their eyes tracked the room the way soldiers do. Conner settled at my right, a heat at my shoulder, his thigh a steady press against mine un
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