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At the sound of her shrill voice, Abby Jane sits up and shoots me a look, silently asking if that’s who she thinks it is. I give her a discreet nod. It’s no wonder she doesn’t recognize her, what with all the work Amanda’s had: a new nose, filled lips, double D’s, and then some—pretty fucking insane for a twenty-one-year-old.

“Hey there, Amanda. Didn’t know you’d be out here today.”

She frowns and inspects her perfectly manicured nails before replying. “Ugh. Me either. Rob said we were going out on the water. I thought he meant on a boat.”

I hold back my snort, but Abby Jane…yeah, she doesn’t.

Amanda turns her gaze to my girl. “You’re Bill and Elenore’s daughter?” Her lip curls in a nasty snarl.

Abby Jane though—she’s cool as a cucumber. With a grace I didn’t know she possessed, she rises from sitting to standing and extends a hand toward Amanda. “I am, and you are?”

This only serves to piss Amanda off even more. “Like you don’t know who I am.” She ignores Abby’s outstretched hand, showing that she’s not the polite socialite she’d have people believe her to be.

At this point, Stacia, West, and Rob—a new money douchebag—along with a few of his friends, are all making their way toward us from the water to watch the show.

Abby Jane drops her arm and silently scans Amanda from head to toe before frowning at her. “Honestly? I couldn’t tell you from any other bitch on the avenue. Y’all are a dime a dozen and nothing to write home about. So, how about you step down off your pedestal and introduce yourself like a normal fucking person?”

Stacia starts to laugh, but West claps his hand over her mouth to silence her. Amanda stares at my firecracker in disbelief. “Brocky! Are you going to let that white trash Barbie talk to me like that?”

“I’m not her keeper; Abby Jane is a grown-ass woman. She can talk to you however she damn well pleases, but you best believe, you’re gonna watch howyouspeak toher.”

“Not to mention,” Abs cuts in. “I’d rather betrashythan fucking fake.”

Amanda scoffs at her but turns her focus back to me, a calculating gleam in her eyes. “Whatever. We’re still on for dinner tonight, right?”

I know her aim was to piss Abby Jane off, but my firecracker sees right through her. “No, honey. He won’t be eating with you tonight. He’ll be eating me. Now, run along.”

Rob steps forward, and I do too, thinking he’s about to step up to my girl. Luckily, he’s smarter than he looks; I relax when he wraps his hand around Amanda’s wrist. “Come on, babe, let’s go.”

Thankfully she fucking listens.

CHAPTER 18

AJ

When Amandaand her stupid crew clear out, Brock walks over to me and crowds my space, running his hands down my sides and around my ass. Squeezing, he pulls me into him. “You were so fucking hot just then,” he growls in my ear, causing chill bumps to dot my skin despite the sweltering heat.

“Yeah? You liked watching me tell that little twat off?”

Brock flexes his hips into mine, showing me just how much. “More than you fucking know.”

West attempts to break through our lusty fog. “Y’all ready or what?”

Thank all the angels, Brock steals the words from my lips. “Nah, y’all untie from us and head on. We’ll catch up.”

“Whatever, dude.”

Next thing I know, Brock is on me, nipping at my bottom lip, demanding entrance—which I immediately give. He kisses me until I’m weak in the knees. When we break apart, I notice Stacia left the blanket—she really is the best friend ever—and that gives me an idea.

With my mind made up, I snag the blanket up and grab Brock’s hand, pulling him along behind me. “Where we going?” he asks.

I twist back to look at him and wink in lieu of a reply.

Once we’re in the cover of the trees, I shake out the quilt and lay it on the ground before lowering myself down onto it. I crook a finger at Brock, indicating he should join me. “What are you doing, bad girl?”

“Anything I want,” I whisper the words across his lips before I push him down onto his back, crawling into his lap and straddling him. I press my lips to his jaw, kissing my way down to his neck and then farther down his broad chest.

I’m almost to the promised land when Brock grabs me and hauls me back up so he can capture my lips with his. “Want you so bad, Abby Jane.”

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