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“Alright. I hear I am getting a personal protection detail,” Courtney declared, looking around. “Which one of you is watching my ass?” she said. “Ooh, two for one,” she decided, gaze landing on the twins.

“Courtney,” Bonnie said. “Behave.”

“Behave? In a clubhouse full of hot guys? I think not. Okay. Show me where we’re all sleeping,” she demanded, sliding her arms through Rune’s and Croft’s arms.

“I’m sorry in advance,” Bonnie called to them, but got matching dimpled smiles in response. “Hey,” she said, looking over at me.

“Wanna go talk in the room?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, looking relieved to get a few minutes alone with me.

“Want to eat cold tacos too?” I asked, lifting one of the bags that Fallon had brought in from the SUV ‘before it becomes a forgotten science experiment.’ Sometimes, the dad in him really shone through.

“Okay,” she agreed, looking suddenly worn out.

Talking.

Food.

Sleep.

But, hey, if she wanted to slip some fucking in there too, I was game. Shoulder be damned.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Bonnie

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” I asked once I got through most of the basics of the situation.

“I get that you’re new to Navesink Bank,” Courtney said from her position on the chair. “But I’m a lifer here. And everyone from around here knows a few things. Like… the local bar is run by a loan shark family. The local fancy Italian place and a string of pizza joints are owned by the mafia. And this building with its cool-ass glass room on the roof? That belongs to the bikers.”

“But you knew what kind of bikers?”

“They don’t exactly hide their one-percenter status. They have a patch on their little vests.”

“Cuts,” I corrected automatically.

“Look at you with the lingo,” Courtney said, smiling. “I never imagined you with a biker. Let alone an outlaw biker. But now that I see you with Sully, it oddly fits.”

“He made a craft night for me,” I confessed.

“That’s adorable.”

“And he made me a bracelet,” I told her, holding up my wrist.

“That’s annoyingly cute. And how does he fuck?”

“Courtney!” I said, feeling the heat rise up in my cheeks.

“Oh, that good, huh? I’m so happy for you. I mean, bombs and shootings aside.”

“Thanks. I mean… it’s new. I don’t even know if this is more than just a, you know, casual—“

“Oh, please,” Courtney cut me off. “That man had you cradled to his chest, his hand slipping up and down your spine when I came in. Casual-only dudes don’t do stuff like that.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, having a lot less experience than she did, but also afraid to let myself believe her either. If for no other reason than to guard my heart.

Though, even as I thought that, I knew it was too late.

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