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“Okay. Well then if you don’t mind me sending one of the prospects out toTEASERSto pick up your girl.”

Hawk’s hear reared up. Eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Kid over at the bar called, said Gia was there making a scene and she gave the club’s number as a contact.”

Jesus. Christ.

Drink abandoned, Hawk pushed back the stool and grabbed his coat and keys.

Behind him he heard a cackle and “That’s what I thought.”

CHAPTER SIX

“The best way to get over a man is …drunk dance for him.” - Gia

This was getting to be a habit.

A rapid pumping of energy went through Hawk as he stepped out of the borrowed SUV outside the loud bar. He’d been a few times, couldn’t claim to like the place any better than anywhere else. It sold beer and was always fucking noisy.

For a hermit who liked his own company he was among the fucking public way too much this past week because of her. The racket hit him as he entered what was Austin’s equivalent to Hooters.TEASERSclaimed to have the best wings in Texas. He could give a fuck about their poultry, making his way inside.

All the servers wore skin tight clothing and tried to earn tips by overtly flirting. The Austin boys liked the bar, for obvious reasons. Nodding to Eric the barman who’d called the club as he caught Hawk’s eye, the dark-haired man nodded in the direction, he saw her at the other end of the bar, balancing on her stool, skirt up to there, tits pouring over her teeny, tiny sleeveless shirt and heels so tall they accentuated her tanned legs.

Hawk’s gut tightened to vicious rocks.

She was asking to fall and break her stupid neck, was his first thought. Quickly followed by how amazing she looked and wondered what the patch of inner thigh she was flashing would taste like.

His body jolted.

Roused.

Hardened.

Hard as a bat.

But if he was thinking perverted thoughts, then so was every other man who circled around her.

God fucking dammit. He couldn’t even claim to be there because of Rider and some sense of brotherhood looking out for his sister. It was simple really, he was where Gia was. Beginning and end. Pushing one fool out of the way after another. No fucker messed with him when he turned a dark snarl.

She was swaying to the music, really letting her hips go from side to side, arms in the air, a smile a mile wide on her face she was so into the music and the adoration of the three dickheads surrounded her cheering her on that she didn't see Hawk until he'd shoved one more punk out of the way.

She looked incredible.

So good it stopped his heart. He had visions of her doing her little dirty hip dancing just for him. Naked. And sweating after he’d turned her out.

Fuck. He ached. And he wasmad. And, Jesus. She lookedincredible. It just made his teeth snarl more to think every man in there was seeing what he was seeing.

And that was too. Fucking. Much. Of. Gia.

Even when she saw him she didn’t halt.

If anything, there was a little more oomph and sass to her rhythmic hips and a lot of cold coming from her gaze. Goddamn, the shimmering silver skirt/belt she was wearing looked painted on to her upper thighs. The expression in her heavily made-up eyes was frosty.

He missed her smile.

He’d done that. He’d stolen her fucking smile.

His wallet chain and heavy boots seemed extra loud up against the roaring blood through his skull. He pushed behind one of the cocksuckers eyeballing Gia and yanked him back by the scruff of the neck, putting himself directly in front of her.

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