Page 3 of Lock 'em Down

The server pops the bottle and pours us each a glass.

I lift it in his direction, and tilt my head, asking, Are you coming over or what?

He chuckles and narrows his eyes for a long moment before standing. He takes his beer, walking toward me slowly.

Izzy sucks in a sharp breath. “Get it, girl,” she murmurs.

I dip my head in a subtle nod. I am. I take a sip of my bubbly.

And by the time the handsome man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen stops in front of me, I’m well on my way to being tipsy. A bit from the alcohol and a bit from his presence.

“Hey,” he says, holding out his hand. “I’m Leif.”

Leif. I’ve never heard that name before, but I like it. I like names, people, and things that are different.

I shake his hand. “Cami. Thank you for the champagne.”

The girls echo their thanks, and he smiles and nods at each of them.

“What are you celebrating?” he asks, dropping an elbow to the high-top table we’re seated at.

“Graduation!” Tamara informs him.

Surprise ripples over his expression. “From university?”

“Of Minnesota,” I share.

He rears back slightly, his eyes widening. “I’m from Minnesota.”

I grin. “Small world.”

“Guess so,” he agrees, glancing at his friends.

Slowly, they make their way to our table too.

“Are all of you Minnesotans?” Mia asks.

“Fuck no,” one of the guys laughs. “I’m Chris.”

“We’re celebrating his bachelor party,” Leif explains.

“Congrats!” I say enthusiastically.

“When’s the big day?” Tamara asks.

“July 28,” Chris replies, grinning.

“This is Hudson, James, and Ray,” Leif introduces his other friends.

“Good to meet you,” Mia replies, gesturing for the guys to take a seat or pull up a barstool.

The men exchange a look—it only takes a second—before they agree to join our table.

A new tray of shots is delivered.

Leif shifts his stool and given how many bodies are now seated around the high-top, his thigh presses into mine. A strong, muscled leg, covered in denim. It’s rough against my bare skin and surprisingly intimate since it shouldn’t even register on my radar.

But it does. He does.

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