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“Yes,” she says, “but . . .”

Gravel waves his phone. “Might know of a job.”

Andrew pushes past her. “Cunt.”

That I’m not going to let slide, but I’m also not going to touch him in front of his kid. I catch his eye, as does Gravel, and he runs out.

Gravel switches numbers with her, and she takes her kid in, pushing off all fussing attempts by Belle.

It’s just the three of us.

“Gravel, this is Belle.”

His smirk is annoying as fuck.

Just like his kissing of her hand.

Then he says, “Hungry?”

Chapter Seven

Belle

The older man’s fun, even if his name’s Gravel.

Rodehouse is an eye-opener. It shouldn’t be. I’m not a closeted ex-nun or virgin once removed.

In one corner, people play pool and loud rock plays. But I’m more than aware of the stage and the silver gleaming poles. Of the chairs and tables that sit in front of it.

Of the hot girl with blond and green hair, a whole lot of piercings and tattoos, and very little clothes on behind the bar.

Everything’s covered, but from the low-rise jeans to the cropped top, it’s all painted on, and her breasts are pretty much on display.

A burly guy with a handlebar mustache pushes in, and I inch close to Saint.

His hand comes down on my hip, and I can feel the heat of him, the urge to keep going, so I’m pressed in against him.

I can smell the leather, sunshine, and lime. He leans in, his beard a soft tickle on my face. “We can go elsewhere.”

The dude notices me, looks at Saint, and offers an apology before basically having eye sex with the bartender.

“This rude fucker,” Gravel says, pushing the guy back and craning around, “is Snake Eyes.”

“Hi, Mister Snake?—”

“Belle’s off limits.” Saint lifts his head, tone pleasant but holding a general warning. “Just so you know.”

“Saint, I didn’t see your old lady. Sorry about that.”

Old? “I’m not?—”

“Apology accepted,” Saint says.

“Hey, you open for business?” Snake Eyes asks.

“He is,” Gravel says, then punches the other biker in the arm. “Pool?”

“Prepare to be fucking annihilated.” Saint turns, orders his drink from the bartender, and when he pays, he heads off to the pool table with Gravel.

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