Eilidh POVThe Toronto layover had left me unsteady, the martinis Cat kept shoving into my hands doing little to calm the fire the MacAllister twins had stoked. My head buzzed pleasantly as we stumbled through the terminal, the sleek private jet waiting to whisk us to Los Angeles looming on the tarmac like a promise of more torment. Cat was giggling, her arm slung around my shoulders, her wild curls bouncing as she swayed. “Those boys,” she slurred, her American drawl thick with liquor, “they’re gonna eat you alive, Eilidh, and you’re gonna love every second.”“Shut it,” I muttered, my own voice softer than I’d meant, the alcohol loosening my tongue and my resolve. My cheeks were warm, my legs a bit wobbly, and the memory of Keiran’s fingers on my neck and Callum’s hand on my thigh in that fancy restaurant lingered like a brand.Keiran appeared at my side, his broad frame steady as he slipped an arm around my waist, guiding me toward the jet’s stairs. “Careful, lass,” he said, his th
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