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“Ohhh.” She grinned. “Well, maybe both of us will get lucky tonight.”
“TMI, Ally. I don’t want to picture that.”
She laughed. “Well, I don’t mind picturing you and Gray.” She wiggled her brows.
I pulled open the door for her, giving Brenda a wave on the way out. “Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m borrowing your apartment for a hookup.” Allison started for her car. “It’s already weird.”
“And don’t forget to wash my sheets!” I called out to her, causing a couple entering the diner to give me an odd look. I recognized Rosa Montgomery from her clerk job at the pharmacy.
“Laundry, right? It never ends.”
“No kidding!” she said with a laugh.
I hurried on to my car and got in, shoving my phone into the cup holder. It vibrated with another text from Gray telling me he looked forward to seeing me.
But it reminded me of that earlier text from Dallas.
I picked up my phone and blocked that number. I nearly typed out a message telling him to fuck off, but engaging with him would only make it worse. I’d ignore him, and eventually, he’d get the message and go away, right?
I had better things to do than put up with Dallas’s shit.
Gray was waiting, and already, my body was heating with anticipation. I wasn’t about to let Dallas ruin that for me.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Gray
“Shots!”Axel thrust one at me, handed one off to Holden, and lifted his up. “To surviving the week without Gray going postal and killing us all!”
I laughed and tipped the liquid back. Tequila. Whew. It burned a trail to my gut.
“And to a very good start on growing the business,” Holden added, taking a small sip.
“Dude, you don’t sip it like a granny,” Axel said after throwing his shot back. “You gotta down that shit like a man.”
Holden set his drink on the table we’d claimed far enough from the pool tables we could hear ourselves over the clacking of balls. “I prefer to stay clearheaded and not do things I regret.”
Axel snorted. “When do youeverdo things you regret?”
“You’re making my point for me.”
“Whatever.” Axel snatched up Holden’s shot. “You want it, Gray? We’re here to celebrate a bike job well done.”
“Nah, I don’t want to get wrecked tonight. I’ve got plans.”
“I’ll take it,” Bailey said. “I helped Gray more than any of you bastards.”
“Nice try.” Axel threw back the shot, his grin a little unhinged when he slammed the glass down on the table.
“Fine. On that note, I’m heading to the table. I see a walking dollar sign over there.”
“Bailey, no hustling,” Holden warned.
He grinned. “It’s not my fault if they assume I’m some dumb kid.”
I went back to my loaded fries, seasoned with salt and pepper, covered in melted shredded cheese and bacon, with a sprinkling of jalapenos. Perfection.
