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“Now, that man is hot,” Shelly said with more gusto than I’d heard from her in weeks. “I’d do him.”

“I thought you hated men,” Mattie told her. “Although he is one sexy dude.”

Shelly laughed. “Not to fuck. I could fuck one all night long if some asshole could keep up with me.”

“He’s a jerk,” I added in. But I knew I’d been a teensy tiny bit harsh on him. He looked back once and I purposely looked away.

“You are a brat. He was just trying to be friendly,” Mattie huffed as she pushed me by the shoulder.

“Tough.”

I don’t think I moved for another fifteen seconds, frozen to the spot, not by the actual word he’d whispered, but by just how penetrating his eyes had been. In the strange lighting of the club, they seemed to be glowing, an iridescent flickering of color.

The wine was definitely getting to me.

There was also a strange kinetic chemistry coursing through my veins that caught me way off guard. I wasn’t nauseous yet my body was tingling all over from the closeness. It was overwhelming in a way I couldn’t comprehend or appreciate.

But the connection was real.

“I think I need to go,” I told the group.

“Are you really going to be a party pooper?” Mattie was huffing and puffing again with her level of frustration.

“I’m not ready to leave yet,” Camille said.

“Me neither.” Shelly shook her head. She had a way of furrowing her eyebrows that made you feel so small.

“I really do have a dead body waiting for me for an eight a.m. autopsy that came out of the blue.”

Mattie got in my face. “It’s eleven o’clock. The last time I checked, you were a big girl.”

“It’s also way past my bedtime for an early wakeup. A murder victim. Would you like me to describe how he died? He was nearly gutted by?—”

“Alright. Don’t say it!” Mattie snapped. “I’ll take you home. You are a party pooper and much older than twenty-seven. Next birthday? Granny panties.”

There was no reason my hot flash was followed by a cold shiver, but the handsome man had the strongest effect on me of any man to date.

Who was he?

CHAPTER 4

Jax

A shitty week and it had just been made worse by the call from one of my brothers.

And by the incredibly beautiful woman blowing me off like yesterday’s news.

Granted, I’d come on a little strong, but her comeback had been harsh.

Oh, woe is me.

“What’s so urgent you had to track me down after issuing a 9-1-1 text?” I stormed out of the club into the parking lot. Fortunately, anyone who knew me was intelligent enough not to bother me at night unless there was a true emergency.

There hadn’t been one for a very long time, years to be exact.

At least the caller was my younger brother, or I’d unleash my anger.

“I was told to hunt you down, Jax. Trust me. I wasn’t in the mood to have my basketball game interrupted to play secretary for our mother.”

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