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I would stare him down, but he’s too busy easing his hand closer to her ass. And she’s letting him.
Since when does she let anyone get that close? Since when does she—
Shut the fuck up.
It’s none of your damn business.
I duck my head and slide into a booth tucked in the far corner of the back wall. I stay away from the short hallway with the crooked “Restrooms” sign lit by a neon glow.
A crack runs across the seat, and the table tilts. Been that way as long as I can remember. Guess Bucky’s not planning on fixin’ ‘em.
I could grab a newer booth near the front, but these high backs and soft lighting make this spot feel tucked away from the noise. Perfect place to stay out of sight but still keep her in view.
What the hell am I even doing?
I inhale until the smells of worn leather, stale smoke, and spilled beer burn my nostrils. I swear the scent soaks into every crack of the floorboards.
She takes her shot. Nails it. Then that cocky biker hands her something with a smirk. She thanks him before strutting to Kiwi’s side.
Good.
That’s where she belongs.
But what the hell did he give her?
5: PEENS, BIRTHDAY GIFTS, AND DARES
JADE
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“IT’S A PENIS pop.” I hold the chocolate-wrapped candy in the air.
My sisters cheer, and just as quickly, somber.
“I can’t believe you did it.” Hannah’s basket of goodies isn’t nearly as full as everyone else’s.
For being a mother, she sucks at hide and seek, or scavenger hunt, whatever this is. Actually, for being the lodge’s event planner, she sucks at participating.
“That makes two of us,” Natalie agrees. “He touched her ass.”
“He didn’t touch my ass.”
“Was practically groping her.”
“I am right here. You’re exaggerating, and he was nice.”
Except he was a little close. Too close. But I wasn’t backing down once I caught Hart staring.
Hell, no.
Especially not when he looked so damn angry about the entire thing.
What is his problem?
His reaction made me lean closer—which isn’t me. So I’m wondering if the alcohol is catching up with me and bringing outsomeone I don’t usually let out. Or it could be I’m biologically wired to make that vein in his neck twitch.
“She did it because I said she couldn’t.” Josie takes all the credit. “She’s so competitive, she couldn’t say no to locating the last piece on Bucky’s side.”
