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Bane looks over his shoulder and narrows his eyes. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. We’re all in the same boat. We’re all pissed. And we are all guilty.

“Is it her?” I whisper, needing to know.

Maybe it’s just me and Colt. That wouldn’t be new. Bane doesn’t ever join in when we bring a woman over.

He likes to watch, but he doesn’t actively participate.

I don’t know why. It isn’t something he’s brought up, but Bane never brings up personal experiences.

We are all three best friends. We share everything, so it isn’t even a conversation when if a girl doesn’t like one of us, then we end things. All we want is one woman to share and pay attention to, spoil, and love.

Eventually. But never in a million years would I ever entertain the idea of that woman being Grizzly’s daughter.

“Don’t,” he clips, and his shoulders tense. “Don’t even think about it. Don’t say it.”

“I couldn’t sleep either,” I admit, ignoring him because he’s being difficult like always. “I couldn’t stop thinking about Harlow.”

Bane spins around and grips me by my cut, slamming me against the counter until the edge of it digs into my back. His face turns red with rage and his jaw tense. He points a finger in my face. “Don’t fucking say that. Don’t.”

“Why?” I lean forward, inches away from his face. “Can’t handle the truth, Bane? Can’t handle that the three of us want someone so much younger than we are?”

“That’s one of many reasons.” He shoves me before letting go of my cut. “She’s never been with anyone. She deserves a man who isn’t a rough biker.”

“Bullshit.” Colt becomes impatient, setting his mug down. “You’re just trying to convince yourself you don’t deserve someone as good.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. She’s annoying. I don’t have the temper to deal with a girl who acts like that when she’s trashed.”

“Now you’re just being a dick,” I state. “She was adorable. She rambled, yes. She got sick, yes. But everyone has. You liked it. I saw it in your eyes. She’s one of the few women who has looked you without being afraid and you don’t know how to handle that.”

“Shut the fuck up, Alto. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bane stares down at his coffee and frowns, the scars on his lips moving and deepening the natural wrinkles around his mouth. “We can’t talk about this anymore. We have church soon and we need to take her back to her apartment. She can’t stay here. It’s too much.”

“For her or for you?”

“For all of us, Colt,” Bane replies. “She can’t get comfortable here and we can’t get used to her being here. Remember who we see today, and the last thing we need is to tell Grizzly we want to fuck his daughter.”

I sputter the coffee out of my mouth at his harsh words. “Well, Jesus, Bane. We wouldn’t be so crass about it.”

“Why? It’s the truth and he’ll know it. How do you think he’d feel knowing his three best friends want to fuck his daughter? What would you do? No.” He shakes his head. “Leave me out of this. I won’t betray my friend.”

“You have already,” I sneer before he can leave the kitchen. “I bet you’ve already thought about her naked and moaning your name. Don’t get high and mighty on me, Bane. Don’t pretend to be good now.”

“Thinking and taking action are two different things,” a hoarse admission escapes him.

“Until thinking about it won’t be enough,” I tell him, the same thought that entered my mind earlier.

He grips the counter and hangs his head, remaining silent because he knows I’m right.

I usually like it when I’m right, but I’d give anything to be wrong.

“Maybe we just need some space from her. Once we take her home and move on with club business, this little…” He tries to find the right word. “…hiccup will be a thing of the past.”

Scratching the scruff on my face, I think about it. Colt could be right. Maybe it’s just been a while since we’ve seen her and now we realize what a gorgeous woman she’s grown into. She’s funny, sweet, and sassy.

Apparently, she has a love-hate relationship with grapes too.

My heart soars as if it has grown its own wings the longer I think about her.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll be fine when we place some distance between her and us.” I lean my elbows on the counter and sip from my mug again, feeling a bit more confident that we won’t have to betray Grizzly.

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