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were¡¡± I trailed off, staring at the foam on top up my beer, remembering how smooth
and light her calves were. Just like porcelain.
¡°Oh, for God¡¯s sake.¡± Crow¡¯s voice cut through my visions of ankles and ballet shoes,
¡°We¡¯ve got a war on the horizon and Wrench has gone and fallen in love!¡±
A sneer took over and my brows furrowed as I leaned back in my chair, listening to the
laughs and taunts from the other guys. ¡°Fuck off. I said she¡¯s hot. Not that I was in love.¡±
¡°Look at you,¡± Crow spat. ¡°Drooling over some girl wearing scrubs when there¡¯s a bar
filled with women hardly wearing anything.¡±
¡°Like you know anything about picking girls up,¡± I scoffed.
¡°He¡¯s got a point, Wrench,¡± Tank said, making my annoyance shift into a strange guilt.
¡°I know that look you¡¯ve got. And trust me, there ain¡¯t no man who talks about a woman
he¡¯s just fucking for fun¡¯s calves.¡±
I rolled my eyes. ¡°I liked the girl, okay? It was a nice change from the quality at the
Tavern.¡± I shifted in my seat. Guilty people don¡¯t act defensive, I remembered Tank
saying. ¡°And yeah, maybe I shot off a few loads to her in the shower, but that¡¯s all.
Besides,¡± I pointed to a red-headed woman who looked the same age as me. She wore a
tiny leather skirt and a leather jacket that didn¡¯t belong to any club. A group of three other
girls shared the table with her, but she was by far the prettiest. ¡°That is the woman I¡¯ll be
in love with tonight. What can I say, Tank? I¡¯m a man who loves all women. I¡¯m not a
hater, I¡¯m a lover.¡±
¡°Wrench,¡± he said, more solemnly, ¡°I¡¯m serious, kid. I don¡¯t want you getting
distracted.¡±
¡°I won¡¯t,¡± I said firmly, but not argumentatively. ¡°Trust me, Tank. The girl from the
vet, she¡¯s¡ she¡¯s no one. The club is my top priority. Always.¡±
¡°Good,¡± Tank said, seeming satisfied, but Crow and Archer still eyed me suspiciously.
Ready to prove to them that they had nothing to worry about, I finished my beer and
stood from the table.
¡°Time to go fall in love, boys,¡± I said before walking to the redhead¡¯s table.
Sure, I wasn¡¯t in love with Samantha. Fuck, I hardly knew her. For all I knew, she
could have had twelve kids or been into that Scientology shit. But Tank was definitely
