Page 18 of Taming Hawke

I follow Quill out the door, my smile vanishing when I see Jasmine storming toward me, looking pissed. “You!” she says, pointing at me.

I glance beside me to Quill, then back to Jasmine. I point at my chest. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. You buffoon. We need to talk, now.”

“Baby, calm down. You shouldn’t be so pissed in your condition.” Quill grasps Jasmine’s face between his hands. Her eyes never leave mine. “Baby,” he repeats, trying to gain her attention.

She finally looks at him. “Quill, this is between me and Hawke. I need to talk to him now,” she demands, and Quill looks over his shoulder at me.

“What did you do?” he questions, eyeing me.

“I have no fucking idea,” I reply, walking closer.

Jasmine slips out of Quill’s embrace and grabs me by my cut, pulling me toward the back of the club where our pool tables are. I turn back to Quill. “You gonna come, brother?”

“Ha! I know when to not come between a woman that’s pregnant and pissed.”

“Fuck you,” I mouth as I follow like a good puppy dog, not wanting to piss off the pregnant woman more than she already is.

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