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“Something that actually fucking classifies as clothing. Not this kind of…” My eyes trail down her front and I swear her neck starts to blush. That does not fucking help my raging hard-on.“This kind of… private stuff. Indoors stuff. Literal pyjamas would be better than this.”

She gives me a vicious smile and whispers, “I didn’t bring any pyjamas.”

I clear my throat.

Okay then.

“You’re not wearing this to a dive bar,” I tell her, knowing she’s never going to listen.

She looks up at me under those beautiful black eyelashes and purrs, “Oh, but I think I am.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Sounds good to me.”

My nostrils flare as I step backwards, before shaking my head and storming past her. Our fingers accidentally brush as I make my way around her and my chest heaves, my whole body on fire.

I don’t bother looking at Tristan as he jogs toward her, saying something to make her giggle and probably sweeping her off her feet.

Austin is already passing me another beer for the road as we begin walking our way up the canopied dirt track.

I murmur a “thanks” and take it without another word.

He clinks his bottle against mine.

It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter 6

Tanner

Present day

They’re playing “Kill Shit Till I Die” at the bar and I could take a good guess who picked it, mainly because she looked me dead in the eyes while she requested it, the little psycho.

“What’s the deal?” I ask Fallon as I jerk my chin towards Aisling, where she’s currently being twirled on the dance floor by both Tristan and Hughes. They’re making her giggle and blush, their bodies way too close for comfort.

Fallon blinks at her friend and then looks up at me. “She’s dancing.”

I give Fallon a look as she wiggles further into Hunter’s lap. His hands quickly shoot to her hips, stilling her ass before he nuts.

“I meant, what’s the deal with you and Aisling staying up at the lake house,” I clarify. “Hunter said you’re renovating it, so I want to know the score. Seems to me as though we’re about to be neighbours for the summer.”

Fallon thinks for a moment and then she gives me a nervous frown.

“Aisling told me that you bought an axe,” she mumbles anxiously.

I turn fully around to face her, smirking at that one. “She told you that, huh?”

Fallon gives me a rough little slap across the pecs.

“Yes, you crazy person! That isn’t something to be proud of!”

I turn back around so that I can continue watching Aisling; Fallon doesn’t need to know that I bought an axe so that I could chop the wood for Aisling’s fireplace.

Fallon hums woefully until I glance down at her again.

I stare into her big eyes. “Yeah? What now?”

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