Page 180 of Dirty Like Dylan

“Good,” Brody said. “Bring me beer.”

I pulled him into a quick hug. “Get some fucking sleep. You look like shit.”

As he drove away, Jesse joined me outside. Amber and Katie were just returning from the cafe across the street, and Katie handed off the tray of coffees to Jesse. “Have fun,” she said brightly.

Jesse scowled. “Where’re you going so fast?”

Katie threw her arm around Amber’s shoulders. “We’re going on our date.”

“Brunch,” Amber clarified, smiling at me. “And then I’ll be back for your truck.”

I pulled out my keys and tossed them to her. Then the two of them turned and started back across the parking lot. Amber flashed a smile at me over her shoulder and gave me a cute finger wave.

Jesse stood there, looking a little put out as we watched them walk away. Maybe he’d been hoping for a quickie before we got to work. Not a bad idea.

I was admiring Amber’s hair, the pretty caramel color and the thick waves of it that just licked her shoulders—thinking about how I’d buried my hands in it last night while she sucked me off—when Jesse said, “I’m not Ash,” and threw me a look.

“What?”

“My wife and I aren’t coming to bed with you and Amber, so you can put that out of your mind.”

“Wasn’t in my mind,” I said. He really thought I was looking at Katie that way?

I wasn’t looking at Katie at all.

“She’s cute,” he admitted, visibly relaxing now that he’d gotten that clear.

I grinned. It was kinda nice he was so protective of his wife. But I really didn’t mind him looking at Amber. As long as he knew he was never touching her, either. “Yup.”

“She’s a keeper?”

“She’s a keeper.”

“Huh,” he said. “Never would’ve thought.”

“Thought what?”

“You. And a woman. For the long haul. Kinda thought you were closet in love with Ash.”

I took my coffee from the tray. “Can’t imagine why.”

He didn’t touch that.

We both watched as the girls headed away down the sidewalk, tossing their hair as they laughed, their cute butts moving in their tight jeans.

“Think maybe we can find one of those for Zane?” Jesse said.

“Nope.” I sipped my coffee. “Zane’s not into keepers.”

“We’ll all be crawling in grandchildren and he’ll still be playing the field?”

“Looks that way.”

“The guy’s really missing out.”

“Yup. Try telling him that.”

“I have.”

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