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“Short for Cameron.” She didn't speak, but gave Elise an acknowledging chin-nod.
    She wasn't quite sure how to classify these two, who seemed a bit distant from the rest of the group but close to each other; mentally she grouped them together under The Siblings .
    Noah pulled out a chair for Elise and handed her a plate. “Dig in.”
    The food tasted as good as it smelled. Everyone else seemed to be piling their plates high, so she followed suit.
    “Is this normal?” she asked Noah in an aside.
    “We do this every Monday before the shop opens,” he confirmed.
    “We rotate,” Tyler chimed in. “Today was my day to make breakfast. I chose classic Americana.” He gestured at the table with a flourish, as if it held haute cuisine.
    “I think you meant to say 'world's laziest breakfast’,” said Oliver dryly. “Given that scrambled eggs and sausage are about as simple as it gets when it comes to cooking. Except maybe toast.”
    Tyler was unbothered by the criticism. “So it's simple and delicious. Perfect, right?”
    “You could have at least cooked some bacon. I can't believe you travel the world and this is all you can ever come up with,” Oliver griped, then turned to Elise. “Seriously, he makes this every. Single. Time.” It sounded like a well-rehearsed complaint.
    Tyler shrugged. “I can't help it if I spend most of my time abroad being served five-star meals instead of cooking for myself.”
    Oliver rolled his eyes, but Elise could tell that the ribbing was affectionate.
    “You travel?” Elise asked Tyler between bites of scrambled egg. She was, she could admit to herself, just a tiny bit envious. She had visited Europe once in college, and the little taste she'd gotten had given her an as-yet-unfulfilled appetite for more.
    He smiled almost dazzlingly, and Elise could tell he was turning the full force of his charm on her. She wasn't quite immune, but the whiff of playboy that hung about him wasn't a turn-on so much as the complete opposite. She found she much preferred Noah's straightforward, serious interest.
    “That I do,” he said. “I was in Monaco last year for the Grand Prix.”
    “As a spectator, or…?”
    “As a driver,” he corrected. “I'm in Formula One. Oliver here works on my car,” he added blandly, while Oliver sputtered insulted protests.
    Elise sighed wistfully. “I'm so jealous. I went to Italy for a study-abroad program in college, and I've always wanted to go back.”
    Tyler gave a roguish grin. “I'd love to take you back… mia cara .”
    From Elise's left, Noah growled a warning in the back of his throat, an almost animalistic sound that surprised Elise but also made her squirm. But in a good way. One of his arms slipped around the back of her chair possessively.
    “What a grumpy bear,” announced Tyler to the room at large.
    It must have been some kind of inside joke; both Oliver and Tyler laughed, then stopped themselves and looked guilty, before the conversation turned toward other things.
    “Noah doesn't often bring women home. So, tell us about yourself, Elise,” said Gabriel. His head was cocked to the side as he studied her.
    The way everyone at the table quieted down at his words and turned their attention to her made her think she was an object of curiosity among the group. She wondered if they'd been talking about her before she arrived.
    “There's not that much to say,” she said, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
    “What did you study in Italy?” asked Noah. He sounded interested.
    “I majored in art history. There was a special program—we visited major architectural sites, important historical works of art, that kind of thing. We were mostly in Rome. It was only for a few weeks, though. I've always wanted to go back.”
    “They don't have programs like that for those who major in engineering, alas. I've never been out of the country,” said Oliver. “Pretty much everyone else here has, though. Noah and Gabe were deployed in