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“Sure. Want me to come to the clubhouse?”

“I’m not there. I’ll drop them off at your place.”

In the background he could hear a higher-pitched voice, and then there was a conversation happening that he wasn’t a part of.

“Is he staying for lunch?” Vivi asked.

“No, he’s just dropping off some papers for me to look over.”

“I don’t think I heard you asking if he wanted to stay for lunch.”

“No. He’s not staying.”

Ares tried to get their attention. “Hey, you two,I—”

“Well, how do you know if you don’t ask?” Vivi interrupted.

“And what are you planning to cook him?”

“Please don’t let her cook,” Ares said, trying to stop them talking.

“I don’t know but I’ve been watching the Food Network. There are a lot of ingredients in our kitchen. I can figure something out.”

He disconnected the call. It was a well-known fact that Vivi couldn’t boil water, let alone cook a meal. The last time she had cooked, Thorn had politely tried it and got food poisoning. He collected the papers before marching out, shutting off the lights as he left.

Chapter Twelve

Adira opened her eyes, hoping the world had stopped spinning. Thankfully, the nausea had receded and she didn’t have the urgency to run to vomit in the toilet. It still felt like she’d been hit by a Mack truck.

She sat up slowly, making sure she wasn’t dizzy before rising to pee. After washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Dark circled her eyes, offset by the pallor of her face. Hair resembled a bird’s nest. She looked like she was part of the undead. Yawning, she went back into the bedroom to find her clothes. When she was dressed, she left the bedroom and made her way downstairs.

The remnants of the party lingered. The prospects were cleaning up and Buddy waved at her. She smiled at him and wandered further to find Hunter or Ares. She headed into the kitchen, but no one was in there.

“If you’re looking for Ares, he’s not here.”

Adira turned and saw one of the club women in the doorway. An unlit cigarette dangled from her lips. Her smeared eye makeup had her resembling a raccoon. A denim skirt barely covered her ass. She thought the woman was named Lori.

“Sorry?”

“Ares isn’t here.”

“Oh. What about Hunter?”

The woman eyed her up and down, her lips compressing into a line. Then she nodded toward the window and Adira saw a large garage open.

“Thanks,” she said, and used the back door to exit.

Several men gave her a polite nod, and some others leered. She tried to ignore it, but was glad when she stepped into the cool interior of the garage and spotted Hunter. He sat next to his motorcycle with some type of engine part in his hand. Not many can pull off a man bun, but he was the exception. He was a lethal weapon to pussy.

“Hey,” she said.

He looked up, grinning. “Good afternoon. How do you feel?”

“Better, but still like I threw up.”

“Yeah,” he mused. “Alcohol is definitely a bad influence.”

“Did we, um…”

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