Page 158 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Some fucking asshole in the background is looking at her like he wants to die tonight.

I nearly put my fist through the fucking wall.

"Where is she?"My voice is pure murder.

Connor grins. “Ohhh, I don’t know if I should tell you that, big guy. Seems like you need to work on your trust issues.”

Jake snorts. “He’s about to have murder issues.”

I step forward. "Connor."

Helaughs.

This motherfucker laughs, like this is a game.

Like I won’t bury him in the desert and still make it to my wedding on time.

“Relax, Romeo,” Connor says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “She’s having fun. Gram is leading a table dance."

I blink.

What the fuck?

“Also, Allie may or may not have encouraged Harper to do a shot off a stranger’s abs."

I see red.

Harper.

MyHarper pressed against some bastard who doesn’t know his place?

I crack my neck, rolling my shoulders, preparing for war.

Daltyn sighs. “Here we go.”

Jake downs his drink. “Should we try to stop him?”

Connor shrugs. “I’m just here for the entertainment.”

I’m already grabbing my keys, storming out the door.

If one single motherfucker so much as touched her, they’re going to regret the day they were fucking born!

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HARPER

Itake another shot, grinning at the burn sliding down my throat and into my stomach.

The bass thrums through my chest, the bar packed with people cheering, drinking, and dancing.

I’m having the best night of my life.

"Another one!" Allie shouts, waving at the bartender.

She’s flushed, barefoot, and drunk off her ass.

I laugh, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "You trying to kill me before the wedding?" I slur.

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