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The crack in his voice, the pure tear in his guttural words, had my own heart breaking. “Why are you telling me this?” hegrowled.

“Because I heard your conversation outside with Ash,” Kay said, and I felt my heart leap in mychest.

I could hear Wolf’s chair creaking as he rose tostand. “Kay—”

“You know why I never divorced Roscoe?” Kay cut him off, her voice stern but gentle. “Because I fell in love with the Roscoe who loved his club. And that was fine with me. I never loved him less for any of it... I just wished that I had given my family more.That’sall.”

I didn’t hear another wordfromWolf.

“That girl doesn’t trust easily,” Kay continued. I knew she was talking about me. “It makes it difficult for her to open her heart, and she’s opened it up to you. Don’t abuse that, Wolf, because you won’t get a secondchance.”

With that, I heard Kay’s footsteps head toward the door, but by the time she swung it open, I waslonggone.

* * *

Iawokein the middle of the night, my stomach churning in the humidity oftheair.

I tried to rise from the bed but found myself pinned down by Wolf’s humungous figure, naked, sweaty and poking me with his erection. I pushed at his shoulder, trying to move him, but his fat ass was tooheavy.

“Wolf,” I hissed, pinching hisarm. “Wolf!”

“Go back to sleep,” Wolf grumbled, burying his head into my neck, his dark hair falling over my face. Fuck, I understood why guys got so annoyed with girls’ long hairinbed.

“I need to pee,” I snapped, giving himanotherpush.

Wolf grumbled something in return but lifted his shoulder off mine. A rush of cold air hit my damp skin when he peeled his away, skin that was stuck to mine with sweat, as he flopped back over to his side. Jesus, the man was like a fuckingfurnace.

I took deep breaths as I popped to the bathroom, relieved my bladder, and double-checked that I wasn’t about to throw up before I grabbed my dressing gown from the back of the bathroom door. I slung it over my cold shoulders and tiptoed around Wolf, the man now spread-eagled, showing his bare ass on top of the sheets. I rolled my eyes and snuck out the door, shutting it quietlybehindme.

It was about 3:00 a.m. as I stepped into the clubroom, the clock catching my eye first. I saw Mint and Lamb finishing up a conversation as I walked over tothebar.

“What you doing up?” I asked as the two took note of me. Perhaps a little bit too much on Mint’s side, but hell, I’d known for a long time that I was a sight to look at. Being in my nightie and silk dressing gown only emphasized it. So long as Wolf didn’t catch him… no harm,nofoul.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Mint answered meatlast.

Lamb, I knew, was a night owl, so he didn’t bother answering, instead picking up a glass and filling it from the tap. He placed the water on the bar in front of me without even asking when I heard the first heavy foot on thestairs.

I caught Pretty coming down the steps, still fully dressed in the early hours of the morning, his short blond hair sticking everywhere and a pen propped behindhisear.

“Wow, you remind me of high school.” Mint chuckled, looking the young brother over as he sat down beside him atthebar.

“I feel like it.” Pretty sighed, dropping his beautiful face on the wood with a thud. “I hate thishomeworkshit.”

“It’s the only way you’re going to get your GED,” Lamb added, setting a cold beer in front of him with his classic snarky smile. “You’ve always been adumbshit.”

“Thanks, bastard,” Pretty retorted, but it was only half-hearted while he opened his beer and downed the coldliquid.

“It’s true,” I chuckled, nudging Mint in the arm. “Pretty first met the brothers picking a fightwithWolf.”

Mint let out a surprising laugh as he looked to the young brother sending daggersmyway.

“How did you even hear that story?” Pretty growled, his bluish-gray eyes ringed red and half lidded. He looked like he was about to fall asleep rightthere.

I looked at Lamb, who sent him his charming smile and a wink, making Pretty look like he was about to throw up. “Never do that again. That wasgross.”

Of course, Lamb just winked back at himagain.

“Urgh. I’m off back upstairs,” Pretty grumbled, taking his beer and staggering away from the bar, throwing Lamb the finger over hisshoulder.

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