Page 66 of Royally Lucky

Taeloree nodded, then removed her hand. “Exactly. Now, spin in a circle three times and say I’m a dumb ass.”

Jamie started to turn around.

“Don’t,” Blair said. “Jamie, for future reference, don’t say anything about such things. After you’re home and tucked safely in bed, go right ahead. Okay?” Blair asked.

“Got it, Jinx. Oh, is that why they call you? Never mind. Shutting up.” Jamie spun on her booted feet and walked away.

“That girl has done lost her mind, or maybe she ran for a train when they said brain,” Fred muttered.

Jinx locked the back door after she and Fred walked out. “It is freezing out here. I swear I could cut glass with my nipples,” Fred said, shivering exaggeratedly.

“If you wore a bra, you’d have extra padding for them titties,” she joked.

“Sounds like someone needs warming up.”

She and Fred spun at the sound of the male voice. The sight of three men leaning against a pickup parked next to her jacked-up Ford F350 pissed her the fuck off. “What’s up, guys?”

“Not much. We just wanted to make sure you got home okay. How about we give you a lift?” the man Jamie had said reminded her of a mix between Glenn Powell and Kellen Lutz asked. She saw the resemblance, kind of. He looked a lot like Glenn but had the bulk of Kellen. Yet, the guy was a complete dick; the assholery oozed off him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I got a ride. I hope you had a Merry Christmas,” she said, trying to sound chipper.

“Why don’t you send your friend on his way, and you come with us? We promise you’ll have the best night of your life.” Fake Glenn moved forward.

Blair felt Fred move closer to her side. “Are you carrying?” he asked in a low whisper. Frank and the others left a half hour before them, which meant these fuckers had been waiting and watching.

“In my bag. I don’t think I’ll have time to pull it out before the fuckboy is on us,” Blair whispered.

“What’re you two saying?” he asked, taking a menacing step forward.

The sound of someone approaching from the side made them look to the right. Blair’s breath stalled in her throat. The man was enormous. Well over six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered, sporting a mohawk with several braids interspersed throughout the blond and brown mass.

“Hey, babe. We got a problem?”

Fred nudged her in the side, making her acutely aware her jaw was hanging open.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Mmm, I think it would be a good idea if the three of you hop up in your little truck there and run along before you get hurt.”

Blair watched as he spoke and flicked his hands as he talked. She wanted to tell him to quit taunting them as she nearly cackled at his words.

“Buddy, there’s three of us and only one of you. I think it’s you who should run along.” The fool tried to mock the big guy’s actions.

“Trust me. I am more than capable of protecting myself and these two. Come on. Let’s all just end the night with the three of you leaving and us three doing the same.” He turned slightly toward Blair.

Blair’s stomach fluttered. This man was every single one of her fantasies rolled into one. Tall, good-looking, muscular, tattooed, and protective. She didn’t know if he had money, but she’d throw that in the fuck it bucket. Her inner hussy snorted, agreeing they’d like to fuck him.

The move gave the asshole an opening as he rushed her savior. She watched, gasping, as the idiot from the bar slammed into the new guy’s stomach like a professional linebacker. Most people would’ve fallen on their backs from the impact. But hedidn’t. He grunted and landed an elbow down the middle of the smaller man’s back, making him loosen his hold.

The big guy bent and grabbed the other guy by the front of his shirt, lifting him to his feet. Blair swore she saw him smile before he hit the guy in the face—blood splattered from the crushed nose, painting the snow crimson.

The other two men rushed toward the pair. Finally, breaking out of her stupor, she pulled her Glock from her bag.

“Stop right there, assholes,” she yelled, moving so they could see she held the gun steady.

They both pinwheeled, arms and legs spinning to get traction. One of the men fell on his ass. “Don’t shoot,” came from both men.

“I won’t unless you make me.” She glanced over her shoulder, watching the scene unfold. The man who showed up like an avenging angel glared at her, then at the bleeding idiot on the ground.

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