Page 133 of Snap Shot

“Shut up.” I backhand his chest. “That's her sister and her secretary. I sent her firm tickets.” I conveniently leave out the part about eating my lawyer out and fucking her face in my hotel room.

Her sister has the same dimples, same facial structure, but her hair's longer. And her eyes don't sparkle like Indi's. She and Bea vanish when I scan the space for Fletch. Man's gonna have a heart attack seeing Bea in his jersey. Indi pulls back the flirtatious smile she gives the bartender when I linger my gaze on her. Her eyes flick away toward the commotion at the entrance. She shrugs, then curls her hands around three pint glasses.

“Need some help?” I step in front of her and take the beers, fingers brushing during the transfer.

“Thanks,” she murmurs from the corner of her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to pick up my boy.”

“Donovan is here?” Her eyes widen with mischief. “Bea's gonna faint.”

So is Fletch. Muahahaha!

I set down the beers on a high table. “Yeah, let me find—”

Wade interrupts me, hooking his elbow around my neck from behind.

“Yo—” he starts, then notices Indi. “Heyyy,you!”

I give him my best annoyed glare, but he doesn't budge, switching his glance between us.

“Um, can I talk to you for a sec?”

I shake him off. “Go ahead. She's cool.”

A nervous smile pulls at his mouth as he leans into me. “I'm about to do something stupid and I need you to back me up.”

“What?” My elbow shoves him away. “Don't tell me you wanna fight someone?”

“Notsomeone.” Wade looks at Indi again. “That Towers center is here.” He points through the crowd.

Kurt Vaughn sits in a red chair against the wall, a petite blonde grinding in his lap as they make out. His hand grips her ass from under her skirt.

Indi's attention falls to the same spot. Her face drops.

Wade's face reddens. “Does that look like Gabe Finch to you?”

He keeps talking, but my focus is on Indi. Those round eyes land on the asshole, mouth tightening into a grim line. Her nostrils flare as the muscles in her jaw tick up a storm.

“I mean, you're right. But why do you care? You don't like her.”

“It's fucking rank, that's what. I couldn't care less who anyone fucks, but don't be a disrespectful dick and cheat—”

Before we can stop her, Indi's pummeling through the horde of drunks.

“Shit.” I nudge Wade. “Let's go.”

“Kurt!”

Wade and I shove our way to the fringe of the circle of people clearing around them as the blonde peeks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. Vaughn straightens from his reclined position and taps the girl's ass twice. She slides off and takes her place at his side, a tanned arm draped over his shoulders.

“What's up?” He slurs the question through bloodshot eyes. Faded bastard has no idea what he's in for.

“What'sup?” There's not a trace of humor in her dry tone. Her eyes brim with rage as she grits through her teeth, “You little-dicked fuck.”

Uh oh.Clenched fists sway at her sides.

“'Scuse me?” Vaughn rises from his seat, intimidating her with his nearly seven-foot build. “Who the fuck are you?”

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