Page 120 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I shrug, not surprised.

Connor didn’t tell me he was going to get a room there, but seeing how he’s fawning all over Allie, it’s not shocking in the least.

In fact, it’s typical Connor.

“You’re what?”Allie’s high-pitched voice is like nails dragging down a chalkboard. “Since when?”

Connor nonchalantly grabs his glass of water and tosses it back.

When he sets it down, he shrugs. “I may have gone in after you went inside and rented a room.” He puts his elbows on the table, his full attention on her. “Beside yours.”

“What?”Her eyes are practically bugging out of her head. “You’re staying in the room beside me?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, when my teammates said they were gonna stay there, I figured I would, too. It gives Ford and Harper some privacy at Gram’s.”

I stare at him skeptically, knowing he doesn’t give the slightest shit about privacy.

Connor is doing everything to stick a foot in the door and wiggle in before taking over Allie’s life.

I see it coming from a mile away.

Allie eyes him skeptically as the guys hoot and holler.

“We’re gonna have a fucking blast.” Cole takes the appetizer from the waitress and pushes it to the center of the table. “Dig in, everyone.”

“I just added you to the group chat, Harper.” Daltyn holds up his phone, smirking. “Enjoy. It gets crazy in there.”

I put some mozzarella sticks and potato skins on a plate and hand it to her, knowing they’re my woman’s favorites.

She smiles and thanks me before giving Daltyn a wide grin. “I can’t wait to read all the shenanigans.”

“Did Ford really handcuff you?” Jake asks, waving his mozzarella stick in my direction.

“Jesus. Do you have to bring that up here?” I look at the patrons around us, noticing many of them staring.

Fuck it.

We are who we are.

Harper levels him with a look. “What do you think, Jake?”

Jake lifts his glass in a toast. “My man. That’s how you fucking do it.”

As I laugh and clink my drink with his, I see Allie tug on Harper’s sleeve and heatedly whisper, “He handcuffed you?”

Harper laughs, wiggling her brows as she shoots me a look. “What can I say? I have hidden layers to my personality.”

Allie shakes her head, laughing. “Well, then. You go girl.” She toasts Harper with her glass of wine.

I nearly groan aloud when Connor leans in, his voice a low, taunting purr. “Are you into handcuffs, baby?”

Allie whips her head toward him, eyes wide before narrowing them in a scathing glare.

She bats him away like an annoying mosquito, but her cheeks turn a shade too pink.

I take a long sip of my drink, hiding my smirk.

And then, Allie seals her fate.

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