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“Of course. I have so much money!” He claps his hands and then leans toward Ben slightly. “Did I tell you you’re so pretty? I love your eyes.”

“Fuck off,” Ford grumbles, stepping toward Bane and making him shrink back, his hands in the air.

“Of course. I totally love to fuck. Any of you, really. Let me know if you’d like me bent over. But anyway! That’s beside the point. I’m so excited about this little project. Let me leave my number and you can call me when you have something drawn up.”

He squiggles numbers onto a Post-it note and then holds out his hand, all of us shaking it before he turns and skips away.

We’re left staring after him, our lips unsure whether to smile or frown. Bane…well, he’s something else entirely.

“Right. Well, that was not how I was expecting to end my day,” Dean says after a moment of confused silence.

“I think he’s going to actually put dead bodies in the back of his murder vehicle,” Ben murmurs.

Dean and Ford exchange a look but don’t comment.

“We don’t ask questions here,” Ford replies before slapping Dean on the shoulder. “And anyway, it’s almost time to close up. And Dean, I’m coming over for a beer after work. Remember?”

“No, I don’t fucking remember those plans, but that works for me. Just let me finish what I was doing and then we can go,” Dean replies.

Ford nods, and I clear my throat. “Right. I’ll finish up with the billing until you tell me it’s time to leave.”

Ford eyes Ben, and with a subtle nod that Dean misses, he walks away.

Hm. Wonder what that was about?

Actually, I don’t want to wonder about it. I don’t want to fucking know.

“Want to go for a ride after I’m done with Ford?” Dean asks when he catches me in the kitchen doing the dishes. When we arrived home, I whipped up a quick dinner with the food he had in the fridge and weate it outside around the fire. Ben joined us as well, he and Ford glancing at each other occasionally. But it was almost like they were trying not to look at one another.

Like I said, I don’t want to know what that’s about.

Not at all.

That’s a whole other can of worms.

“Done with Ford?” I ask, but Dean ignores my comment.

“Hey, leave those. I’ll do them when we get home,” Dean says, touching my arm gently.

“Nope. I’ve got it.”

“Avery.”

The way he says my name makes shivers explode down my spine. Detrimental, I tell you. Every word out of his mouth is a stroke against my cock.

And my heart.

And believe me, I caught him staring at me earlier. No clue what that was about, but I wanted it to be something.

God, let it be anything. Please.

“I’m doing the dishes, Dean. It’s the least I can do with you letting me stay here.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “All right. But then I’m taking you on another ride once that fucker leaves.” I eye him, and Dean grins. “We’re best friends. It’s fine if I say that.”

“Whatever you say. But yes. I do love a ride.” He has no idea how much.

He may never know. My talent will be completely wasted.

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