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I feel like I’m missing a few crucial pieces of information. “Wait, why did that topic even come up in conversation?”

“Never mind.” He opens his mouth, then closes it and frowns. “At least Dex put him in his place. Reminded Teller that everyone and his mother knows he didn’t handle his sister dating his best friend very well.”

Whoa. Dangerous territory we’re creeping toward. “Uh, pretty sure Teller’s over it by now.” I swallow hard, uncomfortable pointing out the parallels in our situations. “Murphy’s married to his sister. They have kids.”

His dark stare intensifies. “Molly’s too young to be worried about marriage or kids.”

So am I. Although now that he’s mentioned it, I can’t stop picturing Molly in a white dress. Carrying red roses. She’d definitely choose red or purple flowers. Maybe both.

“I never should’ve let her hang around Heidi,” he grumbles.

Christ, that’s a stupid thing to say, and hell help him if he ever says that around any of the Lost Kings. Heidi’s married to their VP, her brother’s the treasurer, and every member of the club considers her a little sister. “Molly’s a smart girl, capable of making her own decisions,” I say. “She’s not easily influenced by anyone.”

Remy steps closer, challenge sparking in his blue eyes. “You have something you want to say to me?”

I don’t flinch or move away. “I just said it.”

He stares at me.

I stare right back.

“Why are you two snarling at each other like a pair of un-neutered pit bulls?” Molly’s soft voice interrupts our matching fuck-around-and-find-out glares.

Remy breaks first, his face cracking into the warm expression he reserves for his baby sister. “Pit bull? I’m more like a big jungle cat. A panther, don’t you think?” He throws his arm over her shoulders and tugs her closer. “How was your night? I heard you came home early. Everything okay?”

“Ugh.” Molly shoots a glare at me.

I hold my hands in the air. “He already knew before I said a word.”

“Hmm.” Molly touches one finger to her chin. “Ella wouldn’t rat me out. Must’ve been Eraser.”

Remy chuckles and kisses the top of her head. “You should’ve let me know.”

“Far be it from me to stop you from carving another notch in your belt.” Molly flicks his side with her fingers and twirls out of his grasp.

The corner of Remy’s mouth turns down. Jesus, if my best friend had any feelings, I’d say Molly just sliced one in half.

Even though he all but ordered me not to date his sister five seconds ago, I’ll throw him a bone. “He actually had business to discuss at the party.”

Remy nods at me and sends a smug look Molly’s way.

Molly isn’t fooled by our bullshit. “Suuuure you did.”

“Seriously, are you okay?” Remy drops the smirky attitude. “You and Hayden have a fight or something?”

“Nothing like that.” Molly shrugs. “More people showed up than I expected, and I wasn’t feeling the vibe.”

Remy’s stare lingers on her face for a few seconds as if he thinks he’s some sort of big brother lie detector. “So, no asses need to be kicked?”

“No.” Molly’s somber tone matches her brother’s. “Nothing like that.”

I shift my gaze to Remy. Does he sense something’s off with Molly’s explanation the way I did? He meets my stare and seems to be asking a similar question. I slightly shake my head and lift one shoulder.

“Thanks for sticking around, Griff.” Molly’s raspy voice reminds me too much of our conversation in the dark last night.

“No problem.” If I turn my head and get sucked into her big, blue eyes, I’ll be done. Remy will know everything.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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