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ramp would go down. Maybe I wasn’t so excited about this vacation after all. Balls.
     
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    Asher
     
    “Babe, I need your help,” I said quietly to Jaxon as the boat pulled into the dock.
    “You don’t look like you’re tenting your shorts,” he snickered as he bumped his shoulder with mine. “What do you need, stud?”
    “We can’t just stand by and let all these guys’ matings turn to shit. No one’s cheated, no one’s done anything so bad that it can’t be fixed. There’s too much outside stress and we both know that. If none of this other shit was going on, then none of their matings would be blowing up.”
    “Agreed, but I’m not sure what we can do but I’m in.”
    “Good. Get your guitar and plug-in thing. We’re having a cookout with live singing and lots of making up.”
    “Live singing? Karaoke won’t make anyone forgive a bad singer,” he chuckled.
    “We have a good singer. Trust me. Let me make sure he’s on board and then you guys can figure out the best songs to play you both know.”
    “You’re sexy as hell when you’re plotting to take over the world to help it,” he said quietly as he stared into my eyes.
    “I love you too, Jaxon,” I whispered. He smiled brightly and kissed me. “Glad we got that settled.” He turned to head back down below and then looked at me over his shoulder.
    “Yup, now we just need to get the short one to tell us.” He gave me a wink. “I love you too, Asher. I love all of you.”
    I smiled as he sauntered off whistling a happy tune. Yeah, we could give all these fighting couples a push. I wanted to give fate a thumbs-up as the man I needed stormed past me.
    “Got a second, Rowan?”
    “No, I need to drown myself in the ocean,” he grumbled. “Try me again later.”
    “How about we figure out a way to fix things with your mate first.”
    “That’s why I was drowning myself,” he sighed as he leaned against the side rail as the boat shut down. “I just get so frustrated. I’m always doing the doggy paddle to keep up instead of swimming forward. I’m supposed to protect my family but from the Council? The whole Council potentially. It’s more than I can do.”
    “So you lashed out about always feeling in the wrong and temper tantrums,” I finished for him and he winced. “Yeah, I heard it. Want to help me fix some things and woo your mate?”
    “Yes, god, yes. I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t come up with anything. Maybe it’s the salt in the air but I feel about ten points stupider.”
    “Find Jaxon after we unload all the food. You’re singing. He brought his guitar and we’re having a cookout. I’ll be damned if I sit here and let the people we care about fall apart.”
    “I’m in,” he said with a toothy grin. “What else do you need?”
    “Lots of help. We’ve got enough food to make for an army and not a lot of time. I want fire pits built on the sand so we can get this done and something for Jaxon to stand on and electricity for his plug-in box.”
    “You mean amp?” he chuckled.
    “Yeah, sure.” I shrugged. I liked music and watching my man perform but I couldn’t play an instrument to save my ass nor knew anything about them.
    I found Tristan, Wesley, Jared, Bay, Levey, Harkin, Cameron, and Rhyce before they got off the yacht and told them the plan. Of course they were all in. We hurried to get everything off the boat and started setting up what we’d need on the beach. The rest of everyone were heading right to the house but we needed this set up now.
    “What are you plotting?” Brody asked me as stopped by me on the beach. “You have that look on your face.”
    “I have a look for plotting?” I chuckled as I stared up at him from where I kneeling and setting up stones for the cooker pit.
    “Yeah, it’s that one that says romance and mischief all at the same time. It’s a cute look like you’re happy and also determined.”
    “Well you’re good because that’s how I feel.