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“Farrah?” I whispered to Cara in a confused tone.

“Fawcett,” she murmured back. “As you can tell, he’s a little bit in love with Kennedy.”

“I thought he had a crush on Hendrix and Atlas?” I questioned.

Cara grinned. “He fell out of love with Hendrix when he started being a dick to Anna. Atlas, he still loves, except he says he can’t get his head around getting fucked by him in his fantasies anymore.”

“Huh?” I asked, even more confused.

Cara’s lips twitched. “Tris accidentally on purpose, fell in Atlas’s lap, felt how big his dick was, and ran scared. He said Dan’s hung like a donkey, and he’s not into beasties.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed, eyes wide.

Cara laughed as we approached the salon doors. “Sophie’s confirmed the fact.”

Tristan held the door open for us, kissing our cheeks as we filed inside. “Are you back for good, biker princess?” he asked as I walked past.

“Just for now. I’m looking for an internship starting next summer.” I looked around the salon, cursing under my breath, when I saw two blonde women at the reception desk with Anna handing over their credit cards.

Seeing Serena Stafford was bad enough, but running into the woman with her was my worst nightmare, seeing as the last time I heard her voice was when Colt dumped her over the phone just before he ate me out for the first time.

Awkward.

Anna handed Lucy’s card back with a smile before the girls turned toward us and halted.

“Hi,” Lucy said begrudgingly to Cara, eyes sweeping down me and stopping on my boots. “I’m surprised you can afford those boots, being a student and all.” She pouted.

“What I can and can’t afford isn’t really your business,” I responded with a toss of my hair.

“Daddy probably bought them for you.” She sniffed.

I grinned knowingly. “You’d be shocked if you knew who really bought them, Lucy.”

Cara covered her smile with her hand as Kennedy barked a laugh.

Lucy’s eyes narrowed.

She knew what I was getting at. Honestly, at that point, even if Colt hadn’t gifted them to me, I would’ve hinted he did. Anything to wipe the smug look off her face.

Lucy Bloom was lovely to everyone around her, even me, when we were in company. But as soon as we were alone, she turned bitchy. It told me that she wasn’t only a nasty person, but she was sneaky too. Mean girls usually had a dangerous streak, but then so did biker princesses.

Lucy stormed past me, bumping my shoulder with hers. “Hey!” I turned, ready to cuss her out, but she was already out the door, Serena hot on her heels.

“I think you got flower girl mad,” Tristan murmured, craning his neck to watch the girls walk down the street.

“She deserved it.” Cara turned to me. “I’ve never seen her act that way before.”

My lips pursed. “That’s because she’s sly and usually only does it when nobody else is around. I guess now Colt’s dumped her, she doesn’t have to put her Miss Congeniality act on anymore.”

“Colt dumped her?” Anna asked me from behind the reception desk.

“About a week ago,” I confirmed.

“I bet she didn’t take that well,” Anna mused. “On her last appointment, she was in here boasting about how much he loved her and wanted to take things to the next level.”

A laugh escaped me. “Didn’t sound that way to me when he called her and told her he was done.”

Tristan’s jaw dropped. “You were there?”

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