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“But what about the other people? I mean, the other ol’ ladies, I’ve seen the way they look at us. I’ve heard them.”

Ginger scoffed. “What do I care?” She sighed. “I’m not in a relationship with them or their men. And, really. Let’s be honest.” Ginger leaned in toward Blue.

Reflexively, Blue did the same.

“Some of these women might have a reason to worry. A few of these guys are fucking around. But then again, their ol’ ladies are fucking miserable. I’d want to fuck someone else too if my wife was a straight up cunt.”

When Ginger burst out laughing, Blue couldn’t help but join her. Not only was her laughter infectious, but she had a point. Blue could see what Dash saw in Ginger. She was smart, pretty, and had a great fucking laugh. Yeah, it made sense that he’d show her he chose her every day.

Just like Mooky had shown Blue.

“I guess with that mindset, it’s easier to do threesomes then?” Blue braved the question as she lifted her beer.

It seemed like the best place to bring it up. There wasn’t exactly a natural segue. This was as close as she could get. She sipped the beer to prevent herself from saying anything else.

Ginger spat water across the bar. “What?”

That wasn’t the response Blue expected.

The other woman dabbed her mouth uselessly with the small square of napkin as she peered at Blue in shock. A small group of hang arounds behind them stared for a moment. A few cursed because they’d been sprayed.

Oh, balls.

Blue took a giant gulp of beer. Now she really needed something stronger, because whatever goodwill there had been between them, she’d just destroyed it.

“I, uh,” she stammered, trying to find the right words, as Sarah came over with a rag to wipe the water.

“Everything good?” Blue’s friend asked.

Fuck no! Did they look okay? Send help.

Blue pressed her lips together as the queasiness ratcheted up again. She might just throw up right there on the bar if she wasn’t careful.

“We’re fine,” Ginger snapped at her, snatching the towel. “Go.” She flicked her wrist, sending Sarah away before she peered at Blue with a quizzical expression.

Well, the friendliness between Ginger and Blue had been nice while it lasted. Apparently, it didn’t matter who the ol’ lady and the club whore were, these two positions within the club would never get along.

Sarah lingered half a second, watching her friend before she slowly retreated to Cajun. No doubt she’d share her speculations with the biker. The rumor mill was alive and well inside the clubhouse.

Great, she just added to the gossip.

Blue’s stomach churned. The beer did not mix well with her nerves and the tequila.

“I definitely read the signals wrong,” she admitted, unable to meet the woman’s gaze. She’d have to figure out how to make this better. Dash would kill her.

“Huh.” Ginger shifted on her stool and tapped her water bottle.

Feeling like a scolded child in the principal’s office, Blue did her best to stay still. Maybe if she kept statue-like, she wouldn’t fuck anything else up. She could coast and lose Dash as a friend. Maybe this would be the kick in the ass she needed to get out of the club.

“Blue.”

The kind tone felt displaced, but it drew her gaze.

“We are monogamous,” Ginger said slowly.

Blue swallowed hard. She’d really stepped in it this time.

“Daniel wanted me to talk to you, woman to woman. He didn’t think you were getting good advice.” She cast her gaze down the bar toward Sarah before returning her focus to Blue.

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