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Jake takes the plate from him. “Got it. Thanks. This one’s yours, right?” He places it in front of me. “Need another drink to go with that, gorgeous?”
I glance at my wine glass. It’s almost empty. “Just water. I’m driving.”
“You are one good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yup, I follow the rules.”
“No adrenaline junkie then.”
“Jake, my whole life is about adrenaline. I’m a cop.”
His brows nearly jump off his forehead. “No way.”
“Way.” I take a bite of my burger. A little juice drips down my chin and I swipe it away with a napkin. “Which probably explains why I follow the rules.”
“You don’t look like any cop I’ve seen.” His dark gaze rakes over me.
“You want to see my badge?”
He grins. “I bet most men want to see your handcuffs.”
I shove another bite of burger in my mouth as I roll my eyes. Jake has no idea. While Miles wasn’t interested in restraints, I could see him getting kinky. That night was so hot. And amazing. I frown.
“Let me take care of a few drinks and I’ll come back and you can tell me all about this guy of yours.”
13
MILES
“I’ll have some more of that MacAllan now,” I tell Chance, once I’m able to think straight after that damned text.
“Where’s Sadie?” Austin holds up his glass of scotch.
“Went home,” I say gruffly. And she’s probably never coming back.
“What’s the story with you two?” Chance asks.
“No story.” Not any longer, anyway.
“Now that’s a damned lie.” Austin sips his drink. “You’d have to be blind not to see something’s up with you two.”
“Where’s Carly?”
“Nice subject change,” Austin says. “She went out to the kennels to check on Duchess and the pups.”
“So speak freely.” Chance puts his feet on the coffee table. “It’s just us guys.”
“Want me to do your nails now or straighten your hair?”
He glares.
I glare back. “Got nothing to say. Except I’ll have some of that good stuff.” I point to his drink.
“Is your arm broken?” Chance scoffs. “Get it yourself.”
The bottle is on the coffee table, but I walk to the bar to retrieve a glass. I return to the couch, plunk my ass down, and pour half a finger of scotch.
“That’s all you want?” Austin asks.
