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“You sure those wings aren’t tearing you up?” Remi asked me.

“Remi, I could drink that sauce and be fine,” I said. “I do appreciate you worrying about me. It’s sweet.”

“You ever call mesweetagain and I will-”

“What, Remi? What are you going to do to me?”

He made fists and hit them against the bar.

I was ready for a fight. I sure as hell had a lot of pent up energy surging through my body.

That was Fiona’s fault though.

And this mess of a night.

I saw Fiona look a little worried.

She really didn’t want to see Remi and I get tangled up like this.

She knew the truth. She knew everything.

Remi stared forward and took a deep breath.

His eyes gravitated to the hockey game again.

My phone vibrated again.

I glanced for a second.

Then I had to look again.

The text from Fiona…

I can’t stop thinking about your cock sliding between my legs in the shower.

I almost fell off my barstool.

I looked at Fiona and she stared forward. With a vixen grin on her face.

So now we’re going to start the dirty texts?

Chapter Twenty-One

FIONA

When am I going to have the chance to sext with Riff like this ever again in my life?

By the time I sent that first dirty text, I realized we would probably have to sext like this all the time. Since everything about us was a big secret.

Even still, it was fun.

It help ease the tension in the bar.

I knew what happened with my brother and Riff was bad.

But this felt…really bad.

It felt like they could fight at any second.

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