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"Let's go, brother, we have a slime ball to scare off."
He chuckles as we climb off our bikes and head toward the restaurant.
Ready or fucking not, Olivia, your time is up, and if this fucker tries touching you again, he's a dead man.
8
Olivia
I fake smile at Harris as his hazel eyes look toward my chest again, making me uncomfortable. I wish I hadn't put my crisscross maxi dress on; it shows a small amount of cleavage.
Does he really think I'd sleep with him on the third date? Is that even a thing?
He looks back up and sends me a smile. His blonde hair is slicked back with so much gel it could crack.
I keep telling myself that I need to keep trying with him, that we don't know each other well enough for me to judge, but each time we've met, I've compared him to Smokey.
Stupid damn heart.
"How's Avril doing?"
I furrow my brows. Avril?
Clearing my throat, I ask, "You, uh, mean April?"
He blinks a few times before picking up his red wine. "You told me, Avril."
Don't throw your drink at him, I repeat,do not throw your drink at him.
I clear my throat. "Why would I tell you my daughter's name is Avril when I've spoken about her several times during our dates, calling her April because, you know, she was born in April?"
He shifts in his seat, knowing he just screwed up but shrugs. "I don't know, but you definitely said Avril."
I swallow hard, hoping I don't snap at him. Maybe we won't be doing this again. I can always just tell people we're still dating. I mean, I know that seems petty and immature, but my heart wants a mean old biker who already has someone else in his heart, even if he doesn't want to admit it, while my head is telling me don't be a fucking idiot.
He called me a whore, for Christ's sake!
Harris touches my hand, gently rubbing his fingers along it. I pull back and give him a smile but cringe a little at the look he's giving me.
"How about you and I go back to my place?"
Is he serious right now?
I raise a brow. "You know I have April at home."
He smirks. "Avril is with your mother. I'm sure she's fine."
I grind my teeth, about to throw my water at him when a chair is pulled up next to mine and another one slides in next to Harris.
Breaker sits next to Harris, sending me a wink, before the deep forest scent hits my nostrils, and a strong, tatted arm curves over the back of my chair.
Harris pales and swallows hard, and I have to bite my bottom lip to stop my laughter.
Smokey grabs a fry from my plate, the same fries Harris told me would go to my hips, urging me to get a salad instead.
"Her name is April, not Avril," he states then throws the fry into his mouth.
I clear my throat and squirm in my seat as his fingers gently move across the exposed skin below my neck.
