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I sighed and turned my head, looking out the front window of the bar. “I’m not trying to get her to fall in love with me, geez. I just wanna take her to bed.”

“No.” Her voice sounded firmer. “Quit thinking with your dick! She’s heartbroken, and she… was saving herself for marriage, okay? And then her fiancé dumped her. So, the last thing she needs is you trying to get in her pants!”

Saving herself for marriage. That sounded old-fashioned.

I looked back at Kenzie, frowning. “For real?”

“Yes. For real. She and Mark were high school sweethearts, and he wanted to wait for marriage, so she did the same. So, she’s not going to just hop into bed with you.”

Well, she could. I’d show her a good time. But that wasn’t the answer Kenzie wanted from me.

I sighed. I started to say something but paused. The bar door opened.

Thank God. Benny and Garrett walked in, immediately catching me talking to Kenzie. She turned to look at them, and I pulled my hand out of her grip. She looked down at her empty hand, then up at me, scowling.

“Don’t worry, Kenzie, I know. Conversation isn’t over.” I grinned at her, then turned, waving to the guys.

Kenzie huffed behind me, following me back out toward the main part of the bar. She sank back down on her stool, and I moved to join the guys for drinks. The shop was finally closed, and now that they were here, we could cut loose and relax.

But I didn’t stop sneaking glances at Sydney.

She seemed pretty wrapped up in whatever work conversations were going on, and she wasn’t looking at me. It was fine; it gave me a chance to admire her. She looked cute when she smiled.

I bet she’d look better in my bed.

But when I turned my head to look at Sydney, I could feel Kenzie’s eyes boring into the back of my head. She was serious.

So, I’d wait.

It wouldn’t take that long, I was sure of it. Sydney seemed like she was wound up pretty tight. A girl like that would snap if somebody didn’t take care of her.

And I knew I could handle it. I’d handled plenty of girls and never had a complaint. And it helped keep me from wallowing.

I glanced at Kenzie for just a second. She hadn’t had to bring up Bay like that. Or tell me somebody was out of my league.

Maybe I’d have a talk with her sometime. Let her know that she was a little harsh sometimes, and there was no need for it.

But not tonight. I just wanted to have a good time for now. I flagged down the bartender and ordered a whiskey on the rocks to get my night started.

Chapter Four

Sydney

My head ached, but it was dull.

I’d definitely had worse hangovers.

My alarm chimed on my nightstand, but I groaned, burrowing back under the covers. I didn’t want to go to work. I’d had fun, sure, but that didn’t mean I wanted to go back.

Why couldn’t it be the weekend?

I’d come home tipsy and woken up BOB for some fun, but it wasn’t the same.

Not that I really knew, but I couldn’t imagine it being as good as getting some dick.

That was all I thought about these days. Fucking somebody. Getting fucked. Pinned down to the bed, or held up against a wall, or bent over a table with my clothes still mostly on.

I couldn’t let that line of thought continue, or I’d never make it to the office.

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