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She grins. “Fuck no! I’m happy next to my man, thank you.”

“Please, Hayden.”

“Your begging doesn’t bother me,” she reminds him sweetly.

“Oh God,” he groans. “I’m going to be driven to a midlife crisis.”

Hayden’s eyebrows pinch together. “You are in your twenties. Grow up and man up.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be listening to music or watching a film the entire time,” I assure him. “I’m going to pretendheisn’t even here.”

Mark glances down at me. “Really? Now you do it, when we are about to be on a flight for eight hours?”

I smile sweetly. “And if you keep pissing me off, it will be eight hours until someone can come and save your arse.”

Hayden sticks her hand out. “I like you. My name’s Hayden. I’m his cousin and that one’s my triplet. All our family are on here so you’ll probably meet all of us at some point.”

I shake her hand. “I’m Freya. Can you please tell them that he’s delusional and I’m not a stalker?”

“Already sent the text out,” a voice from behind me states.

I turn at the same time Mark does, smacking my head against his. “Seriously,” I growl.

“She’smysister,” he remarks.

“I think she was talking to me,” I snap. I notice how close we are, so I pull back, ignoring how good he smells.

He rears back. “She’s my sister.”

“You told me,” I state slowly, in case he’s not understanding me. “And she wasn’t speaking to you.”

“I wasn’t,” she confirms. “I’m Faith.”

“Freya.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” she tells me, and my god, she’s so pretty. She’s Summer pretty. Summer is a knockout, and has never had to try to look pretty. It comes naturally, just like it does for the woman in front of me. “This is my fiancé, Beau.”

I eye the hottie next to her. “Would you really arrest me?”

He doesn’t even waver when he answers. “No.”

“Wait, his obsessed neighbour is on here?” I hear someone boom.

“I’m not obsessed with him,” I yell, startling Mark next to me.

“Dad, sit down,” Hayden warns as a tall, bulky man stands up from the other side of the middle row.

Why is this family so hot?

Talk about good genes.

“Do you want me to get Beau?” he asks, and I notice he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at Mark. “We could get her arrested.”

“I’m not a badge you can use whenever you feel like it,” Beau snaps.

“Oh my god,” I growl. “No. There is no need.”

His eyes widen. “I’ve had a woman obsessed with me.”