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“There’s always me, if these two clowns aren’t cutting it for you.” Price supplied helpfully.

Sonnie laughed easily and leaned back in her seat. “You guys are funny. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. Can you take me home, though? I have a cake I need to deliver.”

Drake’s annoyed look said he knew we weren’t joking. “Of course. I’ll help you deliver it.”

“No way.” She sensed our surprise at her adamant refusal and tugged at her shirt. “I’m trying my hardest to get my name out there as a baker. I don’t get a ton of jobs, but the ones I do get, I get them because people like my baking and tell their friends.If I show up with one of you? No one will ever want me for my baking again. They’ll want Trio.”

“What about publicly dating us?” I ignored the look Drake sent me and pressed on. “You’ll be connected to Trio then.”

“I don’t know. I’m just betting on the fact no one will care about me so it won’t be news. So maybe this isn’t good for your plan. Perhaps you should find someone people will want to talk about.” She stopped and groaned. “Why am I talking myself out of your class? Don’t find anyone else. I’m great. I’m going to get everyone talking. That’s what I meant to say.”

Drake grinned and reached back to squeeze her thigh. He left his hand on her leg and she didn’t push him away. “You’re not going to talk us out of this. At this point, if one of us lost our minds and backed out, it seems like the other two would still be drooling after you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m seriously concerned you three don’t know any other women.”

Price glanced back at her before turning his attention back to the road. “None like you.”

CHAPTER 13

Sonnie

I somehow managed to deliver my cake and get to the bar on time, even with my sudden gaggle of famous men. I didn’t exactly understand what the hell was happening, but they didn’t seem to be going anywhere. They’d set up office at a table in the back of the bar and had called some other business-looking man in to join them. I worked with Kacey again that night and she could barely serve two drinks without stopping to stare at their table. She wasn’t the only one, either.

The three of them were the talk of the town. People were freaking out over the celebrities gracing their local watering hole. The bar was busier than normal for a Friday afternoon and I knew it was just going to get busier. I tried asking Jerry to call in extra help but he insisted we could handle the rush. If Kacey didn’t stop staring at the guys, I was going to suffocate in drink orders.

I swung around Kacey to slide two beers over to a man in a giant cowboy hat. “Ten bucks!”

He slid me a twenty and winked at me before making room for a couple of already half-drunk college-aged guys. I looked at their IDs and took their order while pouring a Long Island for a woman at the other end of the bar. It was going to be a long night.

Jerry liked for us to wear the bar t-shirt but I was working up a sweat so I stripped down to just a tank top and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I was in the zone, pouring drinks and running the bar as efficiently as possible while Kacey stood around, barely taking care of the section of bar directly in front of her.

I saw Jerry slinking out of his office to grab a beer and whistled at him. “Jerry! I could use some help back here!”

He held the beer up and shrugged at me before slipping back into his office. Asshole. Kacey didn’t take a hint, either, so I was left in the lurch for another half hour before I snapped.

I jerked off my apron and threw it under the bar. “You’re up, Kacey! I’m taking a break.”

She scoffed. “Are you kidding, Sonnie? We’re slammed.”

“I fucking know! I’ve been running both ends of the bar while you stand here, staring at the new eye candy. I’m taking a break and you can take your turn running back and forth.”

If she said anything else to me, I didn’t hear it. I stomped through the bar and out the front door, desperate to get fresh air. The muggy night air was thick with humidity but it was better than fuming behind the bar. I ignored the few people loitering outside and walked along the side of the building. I hated working with Kacey when there wasanythinggoing on that could distract her. I ended up working my ass off and somehow Jerry still thought it was fair to split the tips at the end of the night.

“Hey. You okay?” Drake came up behind me and took my hand to turn me towards him. “What’s wrong?”

I looked up at him and tried to formulate the words I wanted to say. My job sucked, I hated my house, I was lonely, and my feet hurt. Staring up at him, seeing the concern in his eyes, though, I didn’t want to think about my problems anymore. For whatever reason, he’d stumbled into my life and I just wanted to have something for myself, something that felt good for a change.

“She okay?” Cole appeared on Drake’s right side, just as concerned as his friend. “You stomped out of there like you were killing roaches.”

Price moved to stand next to Drake on his other side and nodded. “I’m kind of impressed with the quality of the flooringin there. You were trying to stomp holes and that floor didn’t give.”

I glanced back and forth between them and took a deep breath. “I just need something that feels good. I’m struggling.”

Cole shifted. “What kind of good, Sonnie?”

I looked up at the stars and gripped my throat. “I don’t care. Everything is hard and I just need…something. Anything.”

Drake grabbed me by the hips and dragged me into his chest so he could crush his mouth against mine. I gripped his shirt and stretched up on my tiptoes so I could offer him more of me. His hands slid around to my ass as his tongue swiped over my lips. I gasped and then he was inside, stroking my tongue with his and sliding his lips over mine in a demanding way that sent heat rushing to my core.

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