Page 124 of My Pucking Crush

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I’m so wound up that my hearing is fucked. “Who went to college with Max?” I ask.

“Ashton Ives. My fiancé,” the guy answers. “And hers. We’re getting married. All of us.”

My jaw practically hits the sand. Then it clicks. Like Queen Domenico. Four guys married to one woman. I didn’t know that was a trend. Good for them.

They got their happy ever after, and I can’t even find the man I love. “Where are they? Max and Ash?” I ask.

“And Ford,” Bernadette says. “Ford Montgomery.”

“Please, Bernadette.” I’m ready to sink my knees into the sand.

“Call me Bernie,” she says like we’ll be friends.

“Like the movie?Weekend at Bernie’s.”

“Exactly!” she chirps while Emery smiles at his fiancée. A woman he shares with two other men.

A ding sounds to my phone. I hope to fuck it’s Max, but it’s a text from an unknown number. I open it and my heart stops, seeing Max on his knees, his hands tied behind his back, his ankles bound, too.

Belova! My head is ready to explode until I read the text message:

Maxwell Ryan requests your presence at Club Dare to hear one hell of an epic apology- Ford Montgomery

“They’re at Club Dare?” I look back up at the couple who started making out. “In the city?”

“We’re members,” Emery says, nuzzling her neck. “We hear you are, too.”

Itisthe best sex club in Manhattan. “How did they get there so fast?”

“My helicopter dropped them off.” Emery grins.

Before I respond, the wind kicks up and the whirringof blades slicing through the thick briny air turns me around. The sand is packed so tight on this part of the beach, it doesn’t fly into every crevice. I’m hoping Max will hop out. That this was all a joke.

Butnoooo.

“What the hell is going on?” I spin back around to the couple fucking with me.

“It’s your ride, silly,” Bernie says, so cheery it’s impossible to be angry at her.

“And please get on it to be with your man so I can fuck my woman.” That Emery asshole will be my enemy neighbor if things work out with Max.

“Got it.” I step toward the sleek silver bird with a purring engine. “Have a good night. And...thank you.” My head spins as I’m running for a helicopter owned by a complete stranger.

Inside, I button up my shirt and check my back pocket, relieved I have my wallet and my phone. But I also have my gun. I can’t bring that into Club Dare.

“Mind if I leave my piece here?” I say into the mic after I slide on a headset.

“There’s a storage locker under your seat,” the pilot says like I asked for a bottle of water.

I pack the gun away. “How long until we’re there?”

“Twenty minutes to the helipad, sir.”

“Any chance you can wait for me to bring me back to East Hampton?”

“My orders were to wait, sir.”

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