Page 113 of Only for Love

“I don’t know what to do, Sarah. I don’t want to talk to Gray, and I don’t want to see Ryan.”

“I think we start with getting you out of this striptastic getup and into some jeans or something. Plus, those are twoveryworried guys who have been perched a dozen feet away from this restroom, waiting for you to come out. I would’ve paid to see you chase off their efforts, by the way.”

I drop my head. My eyes are swollen, and my makeup must be smeared to hell. I long ago pulled off my fake eyelashes. “I need to wash my face before I go out there.”

Scrubbing in the sink without makeup remover is fruitless. After two minutes of that, I look so much worse. I shake my head and point to my red nose and puffy eyes. “Hot.”

“Eh, not as bad as you think.” Sarah laughs. “And let’s just take a second to say… Grayson is just as hot, maybe hotter, than your brother.” She throws her hands in the air. “No. I don’t want to hear that I’m not allowed to say that. There’s a time and a place for such admissions, and when Ryan’s all growly tough guy with big-ass guns strapped to his hip—let’s forget he’s your brother for a second so I can point out that, oh my effin’ shit, he does that look well.”

I have to laugh. “Oh, too much.”

“Never thought him calling me in the middle of the night would end like this. But I’ll take it.”

I close my eyes and ignore the dull, throbbing headache that has started. “Alright. Let’s go.”

She opens the bathroom door, and there’s a lineup waiting for me: Ryan—guns and a badge on his waist—standing next to the hot guy with dark hair and tattoos, who is next to an older-but-still-hot man with dark hair, and finally, there’s Grayson—chiseled, brooding, and personifying the word alpha. Four men who look ready to kill.

“Holy mother of hotness,” Sarah whispers. “I just died and went to bad-boy heaven.”

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