Page 87 of Score on You

“Nope, I’m damn proud.” Her smile couldn’t get wider if she tried.

“Um, yeah. Thanks for the warm welcome. Everyone is staring.” Including the men next to me.

“Can you blame them? Your tits are—”

“Fuckable,” the guy on my right cuts in.

Harper lifts her brows. “You’re not wrong, but I’d watch what you say to her.”

His perusal roams over me at a lewd pace that makes my skin crawl. “And why’s that?”

Her lips flatten into a firm line. “You don’t need a reason, Roy. Get your butt off her seat.”

He guffaws. “We reserving spots now?”

“For her? Bet your ass. This is Ridge’s future wife.”

My belly swoops and flutters at the title. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard the claim. I certainly hope it’s not the last.

Roy shifts to fully face me. His eyes widen. “Oh, damn. Are you the one Lonny yelled at? He almost pissed himself just recalling how Crusher almost beat him to a pulp at Pampered Pooch.”

Another burst of pride shines from the sassy bartender. “Yep, that’s her. The one and only.”

“Well, shit. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way.” The man snags his beer from the counter and ambles off into the swarm.

“There you go.” Harper points to the available spot.

“That wasn’t necessary.” But I slide onto the leather cushion.

“If I didn’t boot his ass, Ridge would.”

“More than likely,” I laugh.

“Zero hesitation. Guaranteed,” she corrects. “Especially with you looking like a juicy snack dangling over dozens of salivating savages.”

I follow her stare to my plunging neckline. Harper is responsible for this racy idea. Her role as instigator comes naturally, and I was happy to comply. Which reminds me…

“Not sure if you’ll have time to play, but I brought Uno.” I set the cards on the wood surface.

“Huh?”

“You told me to bring a game.”

“That”—she points at the deck—“isn’t what I meant.”

I frown. “You don’t like Uno?”

A gleam flashes across her gaze. “I do, but I’m gonna like seeing Ridge lose his shit even more.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Let’s find out.” Her attention slides to a point over my head. “Someone’s ears were burning.”

I feel him before I see him. His warmth against my back is a comfort I’ll gladly sink into. A tattooed arm slides around my waist and yanks. I recline backward against a muscular chest that moonlights as my pillow.

“Hey, sweetness.” Ridge’s warm breath coasts along my neck to awaken a shiver.

I sag into his capable grip, allowing him to support my weight. “Hi, boyfriend.”

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