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“Yes. And I haven’t told him. But he deserves to be told in person, especially since I made a promise to him cooking us dinner beforehand.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be honest, I don’t like it. You having dinner with this guy. But I get it. I get how he must feel because you’re a damn treasure, Tequila, and he must be going sick out of his mind for you.”

She sucks in a breath. “Thank you for not getting mad.”

“Anything for you, my rose. Just don’t expect me not to be there with you.”

“What?” She pulls back.

Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. But she’s crazy if she thinks I’d let her go alone.

“Even though I understand you need to do this, doesn’t mean I’m letting you go by yourself.”

“Throttle. You are not tagging along on this breakup date with me.”

“I thought you guys weren’t a thing.” I smirk, even though it’s killing me inside.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I won’t.” I’ll behave and agree for now.

She scrunches those pretty brows together. “That was too easy. I was expecting more of a fight, and I must say, I’m disappointed.”

“Consider this the new me. Trying.” I smile.

“Righttttt… okay then.”

It’s clear she doesn’t believe it and that’s fine. She doesn’t need to.

“So, are you ready to go home so I can ravish you some more?”

“Again?”

“Oh, babe, I plan on being inside you every chance I get.” I pull her in between my thighs, already getting a hard on.

“Can’t say I’ll argue with that.”

THIRTY-ONE

Tequila

I knew it.

With my hands on my hips, I lock eyes with Brass, watching him straddle his Harley, emanating an irresistible charm. I would be furious at him if he weren't so attractive. However, I think my best friend, who left hastily as if the house was on fire, is the one I should be angry with.

“How much longer do you have to endure the pain of being my bodyguard?”

He shrugs, starting his bike and the rumble fills the silent night. “Till death do us part, beautiful.”

“Comforting. You should know that I'm mentally cursing him.”

“I don’t doubt it. But your pretty face is surprisingly calm.” He winks and I can’t help but smile. “Cut him some slack. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and honestly, him choosing to send me instead of going himself is already a step forward. There’s no way I could have done it.”

“Baby steps.” I understood Throttle being worried for me, but there’s no need. He can't watch over me constantly and I don't require that much supervision.

Brass is giving me a once-over. “You’re killing that dress. He'll cry for days, poor guy.”

I considered dressing casually, but the extended length sleeves give a friendly, non-romantic vibe and the flow hides my curves.

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