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I just stared at her.
She sighed, then she said, “That’s Xander. I can’t tell you how many women have come through those doors wanting to get a piece of that man, or any of the brothers.”
My eyes moved of their own accord when the man I now knew to be Xander stood.
Then they followed him.
It wasn’t until I could no longer see him that I turned my attention back to what was going on.
***
It’s been a full two weeks since I moved here.
I had already found myself a part-time job.
Yes, I had plenty of money from my parents and their life insurance, as well as the money I won when my parents’ lawyer sued the man who had hit them.
He was serving two counts of vehicular manslaughter in prison.
He shouldn’t have been drinking and driving.
I had also looked into what I could do to finish my degree in accounting.
I had just taken a sip of my Coke while I waited for everyone to get ready.
There was a parade we were all going to that was benefiting an area that had been devastated by a flash flood.
“Okay, so I was in Grey’s bed last night. Kourt was in Nuke’s bed. Vienna was in Jury’s bed. Tamber was in Jasper’s bed. Luna was in Khal’s bed.” Ashlee said.
Vienna nodded, “Those are the only brothers you can approach.”
“What about him?” Luna asked.
I looked over to who she had pointed at, Grimm, I think his name is.
Vienna chuckled, “What about him?”
“I want him,” Luna said.
Minnie shook her head, “No. He hates to be touched. The last girl, well, she tried to touch him one night. It was like he zoned out or something. It was creepy as hell. And thirty minutes later, her room was cleared out, and her phone number doesn’t work.”
Luna sighed, then said, “Okay, what about Xander?”
Ashlee chuckled, “Xander doesn’t mess with the club girls. We all know he had a woman he saw on the regular a few years ago, but that’s about it.”
Then Luna asked, “Kettle?”
“Kettle is much like Grimm, but he doesn’t talk all that often.”
I zoned out after they had talked about Xander.
Sure, I heard what they had said, but I was still stuck on the little tidbit about Xander.
Then I sighed.
Yeah, right.
He’s a freaking seventy-nine, and you’re an eight, on a good day.
