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He chuckles and shakes his head but doesn’t say anything in response, just watches as I slip my shoes on as we collect our phones from the breakfast bar then head for the front door.

Summer blows Mac a kiss from across the room, “Tell sleeping beauty I say goodbye.”

She winks and tugs me through the front door, then slams it behind us.

I make quick work of ordering an Uber while we wait for the elevator, Summer tapping her heel on the marble floor of the hallway.

“So.”

I look up to find her smiling at me and I give her a questioning look, the elevator doors opening in front of us.

“So?”

She laughs, slumping back into the dark wall of the elevator while I press the button for the ground floor. “You like Travis.”

I glare at her, humor swimming in my eyes, “Oh, do I?”

She rolls her eyes, “I know you. I can read you from a mile away, Olivia Jade. You like him.”

The doors to the elevator open and we step out into the lobby. I shake my head at my delusional best friend, “It’s too early for you to be grilling me about my dick appointment from last night.”

She hums under her breath on an eye roll but doesn’t say another word, meaning she’s waiting until I get some coffee in my system to harass me some more.

Great. At least I bought myself some time.

Our Uber is sitting on the curb when we hit the morning air outside, and we slip in the backseat together, leaning on each other on a couple of yawns then head for home.

Chapter Sixteen

Travis

The smellof fried food and beer hits me like a ton of fucking bricks when we step into the sports bar down the block, ready to stuff ourselves with grease and alcohol to get rid of the hangovers we woke up with.

“Fuck, I’m starved.” Jax is rubbing at his stomach like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Mac claps him on the back before heading to the bar to order our drinks, so we find a table and perch our happy asses in a couple chairs while we wait.

Ain’t nothing like a noontime beer and burger to cure a hangover.

By the time Mac reaches us with three cold ones, we’ve put in an order with a waitress for our food and we’re relaxing like we own the place.

“Here you go, dickheads.” Mac greets us, passing around our drinks and claiming a seat at the table as well.

We all fall into a comfortable silence, ignoring each other and doing our own things, as we always do when we come here.

Mac’s attention is on the flat screen behind the bar, broadcasting Basketball highlights, Jax is scrolling on his phone and I’m tapping my fingers on the table while I think about last night.

FuckingOlivia. Goddamn.

I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

Sweet as sugar, spicy as Tabasco. She’s fucking perfect. And I’m fucked. It’s clearer now than it was before just howfuckedI really am.

I don’t remember the last time I actuallywanteda second round with a girl, but her? I’ll take whatever she wants to fucking give me. Good or bad, I’ll bow down at her feet and kiss my way to that sweet ass.

“Dude, what are you thinking about?” Jax’s voice breaks through my head and I blink a few times to focus on his shit eating grin. Mac is sporting an identical one and they’re both staring at me.

I lick my lips and clear my throat, trying to play it cool, sitting up a little straighter, “Nothing, bitches. Leave me alone.”

They both burst into laughter and I roll my eyes at them, then put my attention on the tv, where a newscaster isstilltalking about the Knick’s wins from last season.

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