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My mouth waters. “Fuck.”
“Her mouth tasted like strawberries.”
We both groan and glare at a smirking Colt.
Brooks relaxes in his seat. “She seemed really nervous to dance. I hope she’s not uncomfortable working there.”
“Tracy said she was only gonna allow one dance for their first night and then conveniently forget songs for the rest of their shift,” Colt says.
I blow out a relieved breath. “Tracy has a heart of gold.”
He snorts. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’s got a reputation to upkeep.”
“Her and Marley,” Brooks mutters under his breath.
I shift uncomfortably. Marley and I used to be friends, and I know that the gray cloud that hovers over her head didn’t always used to linger, but it’s not my story to tell, so I sigh and glance out the window.
“I think I’m going to meet her for coffee. Ask her on a date,” Brooks pipes up after a few moments of silence.
Colt’s fingers tighten over the steering wheel, and I turn to face Brooks.
“Don’t you think we’re coming on a little strong?”
He shrugs. “I’ll keep it casual. If she doesn’t show up, then that’s that.”
“You? Casual? I don’t think you know the meaning.”
Colt bursts out in laughter. “Remember the day he showed up with fucking chaps on?”
Brooks flushes in embarrassment, and I snicker.
“And the boots not even close to worn-in and work ready,” I quip.
“I was fucking eighteen! Y’all have to let that go,” Brooks retorts with a groan.
Colt shakes his head. “You’re lucky Levi didn’t let us take photos.”
Brooks settles into his seat, crossing his arms. “You know what? I looked fucking good. I don’t care what y’all say.”
It’s silent for a moment before Colt and I break into laughter again.
CHAPTER 7
KINSEY
I fix myself in the employee bathroom mirror, washing my face with cold water to get rid of the flush.
Heavy knocking on the door startles me just as Brielle’s shout of open up has my heart already calming. I flip the lock and she barrels through, her eyes roaming over me to double-check I’m okay.
“What happened?” she asks.
I blow out a long breath. “I had like—I don’t know. A heat spike? Colt took care of it.”
Her eyebrows raise. “And by took care of it…you mean?”
“Did I get finger blasted in the alley behind our job on our first night? Why yes I did,” I say, shaking my head in exasperation.
She wraps her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter before it bursts out. “Oh my god.”
