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“Got a mouth on her,” Brew mutters.

“Not used to women speaking their mind?” I throw back.

He palms the back of his head. “I’m all for that, sweetheart. Just usually involves the broad bein’ naked and across my knee squealin’ for more.”

A small gasp sounds from Halo next to me, but I ignore it. Usually, a man like Brew might be my type; strong, muscled, handsome and broody, but he’s a little too cocky for my liking. A little too sure of himself.

Cash draws my attention back to him. “Let’s stop with the pissin’ competition.”

For one thunderous breath I say, “Fine by me. We’re almost done here anyway.”

“What you gonna do?” Nevada, who’s been very quiet, pipes up.

I turn to him. His eyes watch me with concern; I can tell by the way his voice holds an edge to it, rather than his usual jokey self. The way his hands are balled into fists on the table though? That I can’t answer.

“What does it matter?”

“I said I’d help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

Halo clears her throat. “Uh, that isn’t exactly true. I think we need all the help we can get.”

Some may say I’ve got a chip on my shoulder, but I don’t much care for what people think about me.

I give him a sarcastic smile. “Don’t you have a business to run?”

“You been lookin’ me up?” He pumps his eyebrows.

Shit. Why do I insist on blurting things out without thinking about it first?

“Oh, I do all my research before I make any important decisions; like coming here today, Buttercup. I never do anything without full consideration first.”

Snickers sound across the table. He wants to keep changing my nicknames? I’ll embarrass him in front of his ‘club brothers’.

“You two fuckin’?” Haze’s words cut across the room.

My lips part but no words come out. How the hell did he come up with that conclusion?

I screw my nose up and let out a tired sigh. At the same time as I say, “Definitely not,” Nevada says, “Workin’ on it.”

Halo giggles beside me. I don’t even bother to shoot her a look. I know she’s going to be talking about this for days to come.

I flick my eyes to Nevada. “You’re wastin’ your time, and mine. Even if I did have the precious moments of my life to waste, I wouldn’t be wastin’ them attempin’ to tame you.”

He grins. “Tame me? Woah, slow down, I’m already tame as a pussy cat.”

Haze sits back like he’s enjoying the show. “That just means you’re pussy whipped.”

“Better than not knowin’ my way around one.” He smiles smugly.

Have I only just noticed Nevada’s adorable dimples? Holy shit.

“You boys are hilarious.” Halo claps her hands together. “How do I get initiated?”

I elbow her in the ribs and she glances at me sternly.

“My bedroom,” Brew offers.

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