Salome’s POV“Is the heat bothering you, or is it just the company?”Aiden wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his skin slick with sweat. He grabbed his water glass, pushed open the sliding glass door, and stepped onto the balcony. The wind rushed into the room, cool and sharp, but it did little to dissipate the tension clinging to the air inside.Richard finished his second bowl of stew, stood up, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He followed Aiden outside. Both men had unbuttoned their shirts halfway, leaving their chests exposed to the night air. I sat at the table, my throat tight. I watched the way their muscles bunched and shifted under their skin. Richard had the thick, dense build of a man trained for protection, but Aiden was surprisingly solid, matching him almost inch for inch.“My brother is obsessed with showing off,” Clementine said. She rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on Richard. She thought she was being subtle, but I saw her eyes trace the line of h
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