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I grin. “My God, that’s right! She is hitched to Hardcore.”

He nods.

“How cool is that?” I totally fangirl on him.

He chuckles. “What’s the other favorite song?”

“The finale, of course.” I turn to face him in the seat. My knee props on the center console, and his hand drops off the steering wheel to rest on it. The simple move is so intimate, my heart fills with love for him. “That song pulls at your heartstrings anyway, but when Siri walked out singing it, looking exactly like Whitney, I was blown away. I showed you the goosebumps that popped out. It was unforgettable.”

He smiles as his thumb strokes my skin.

“I had a blast!” I tell him, “Thanks for taking me.”

He cuts his eyes at me, and a little scowl rests on his brow. He says, “Of course.”

God, I love this man!

Chapter 12

Part Three

San Diego, California

June 1, 2010

Crockett

The sun is settingwhen I walk into the Hotel. The twins are sitting in the lobby area. As soon as they spot me, they stand and head my way.

They haven’t been around in months. They aren’t aware I’ve hooked up with Nina. I stop and wait to greet them.

Although I call them the twins, they aren’t related. They are best friends that I have had a fucking relationship with for years. Nothing personal. Just sex.

They are all smiles as they slink over. They look good. They are wearing matching, barely-cover-your-ass, daringly-low-tease-you-with-my-tits, figure-forming, paint-the-town-red, sparkling, nightclub dresses. One is royal blue; the other is lime green. Their dyed, platinum-blonde hair and tanning bed bronze skin is accentuated by the bright colors.

“Evening, double trouble.” I lean over so they can peck my cheeks. “Looking beautiful as always tonight. Heading up to the bar or going to catch The Lost Boys Dinner Show?”

“We thought we would head up to the bar. There’s a convention of lawyers partying.”

Nina walks up with Mike and Jack, followed by Jocko with Lucifer on a leash, and Dirk. We are assembling here tonight before Dirk flies us to Vegas in the morning. We have a training week scheduled at The Chicken Ranch for parachute jumps and repelling from the helicopter.

Remembering her comment earlier, I introduce Nina and make sure the twins understand that she is my only squeeze. To their credit, the twins don’t bat an eye at the news, and thankfully, Nina remains clueless about our prior fucking arrangement. Before the introductions are over, they are sizing up the guys.

I run through them quickly. “Men, these are the twins. Twins, Mike, Jack, Jocko, and Dirk. The twins are literally salivating, and Mike defends himself first.

Throwing his hands up, he says, “Don’t even. I’m married with four kids.”

Jocko’s next, “I’ve got two.”

Dirk says, “I’ve got zero, but I’m hitched to a crazy Brit.” He puts his arm around Jack and shoves him forward. “Here’s your man, right here.”

Jack sticks his elbows out and says, “Ladies, Black Hammer at your service.”

They pull his massive arms tight against their boobs, and the new threesome heads to the elevator without a backward glance at us.

I look down at Nina to see her smirk is severe. I ask, “What?”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. So much for being clueless. I smirk back at her. “What can I say?”

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