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"I’m a lawyer.”

“No shit?”

“Yep. I deal with civil litigations.”

“Well, damn. That’s awesome. Beautiful and smart.”

“Thank you.”

The waitress brought over our drinks, and after a quick sip, Goose leaned back in his chair and asked, “So, how do you know Memphis? Did you grow up together or something?”

“No. Actually, his mother married my father.”

“No way.” His smile faded, and his whole demeanor changed as he said, “I didn’t realize that you were her.”

“What does that mean?”

“There have been some conversations.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Well, it wasn’t all bad,” Goose said, his grin returning.

“So, what all has been said?”

"Now, I can’t divulge my brother’s secrets, but I can tell ya one thing. You left a real impression on him.”

“Oh, really?” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. Goose had a way of making everything seem lighter. Easier. It was hard not to like the guy. “Well, he wasn’t the only one left with an impression. He left a big one, and he kept leaving them every time I was around him. It was like he was determined to get under my skin, and it worked every single time.”

“And yet, here you sit.”

“And here I sit.” I gave him a shrug. “I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.”

“Sounds like you two are typical siblings,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "Even if you don’t want to be.”

“It’s not all bad.”

“It can’t be.” He reached over and placed his hand on mine. “You’re here, and that would brighten anyone’s day.”

“Aw.” I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks and pulled my hand back, looking down at my coffee. "You're sweet."

"Sweet?” he scoffed with a laugh. “Ah, damn. You can say all kinds of things about me, babe, but sweet ain’t one of them.”

“Must be a running trend with you Fury men.”

“Pretty much, but we have our moments.”

“So I’ve noticed.” I took a sip of my coffee, then asked, "So, what’s the story with my dear, old stepbrother? Has he been seeing anyone?”

Goose's expression shifted. The playful glint in his eyes faded and was replaced by something more serious. He studied me for a moment, his gaze piercing. “You two don’t talk about stuff like that?”

“No. Not really.” I bit my lip, unsure of how to proceed. Goose was quick; he didn't miss much. "It’s not a big deal. I was just wondering.”

“Ah, nah.”

“What?”

“It makes sense. I don’t know how I missed it.”

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