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“Stop it,” Sam said, unclipping her seatbelt. “I’m not having this conversation with you when the man is my brother. It’s just...ewww. To me, he’s a eunich, ok?”

Kyla laughed. “Believe me, he is far from a eunich.”

“KY!”

Still chuckling, Kyla said, “Look, all I want to say is, I can’t give him a one-word answer, click my fingers, and jump into something intense, something so committed. You know me, I’ll end up feeling like a caged animal, and I’ll do anything to sabotage my way out. He doesn’t deserve that.”

Sam nodded. “I can’t disagree with that at all. What I will say is I’m so glad that you’ve been honest about it. Most women wouldn’t think twice because they’d just see the end prize of him.” Sam opened her door and then said, “Besides, you’re still single which means we still get to party, right?”

Kyla undid her own seatbelt, grabbed her bag from the passenger footwell, and opened her own door. “Too damn right.”

Chapter 14

As the two women walked towards the exit of the car park, two tall, broad male figures strode down the street on the opposite side, making a beeline for the side entrance door of The Black Iris, the town’s only nightclub. Their faces obscured by shadows, Kyla couldn’t be sure it was them, but the silhouette of their bulky bodies only brought back memories of the previous night.

“I’m pretty sure that’s them,” she said, pointing at them both turning down the narrow alleyway that led to the side entrance.

Sam squinted and then said, “No...it can’t be. They were never that tall. Or muscly.”

“I saw them last night in darkness. I’d recognise those fine male forms anywhere. I’m telling you that’s them.”

Sam ran her tongue over her bottom lip and giggled. “Well, I may be swayed from older men after all.”

Not needing any further encouragement, Sam dragged Kyla across the road, all but running down the alley towards the club entrance. A queue had already started forming to get to the check in desk, but the two hunks they’d both seen come down here were nowhere to be seen.

“Where are they?” Sam asked, looking around the grey entrance lobby and the dozen people in front of them, waiting to pay to enter.

Kyla shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe gone for a smoke round the back?”

“Maybe. I hope they’re here.”

Kyla grinned. “You’re like a teenager all over again. I remember Mr Duvall’s social economics class and you drooling over them back then.”

Sam blushed, redness sweeping from her neck right up to her forehead, flushing her tanned skin to a deep red colour. “But then I met Harry and my course of life was set. It was like comparing diamonds to cubic zirconia. A proper man next to two boys.”

Kyla rolled her eyes. “Well, now the boys are men.”

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