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Country saw me first. He had Isla under his arm, and her friend stood facing them and away from me and my approach.
For now, I’d push away the shit about the cop and enjoy myself. I hoped to get to know my little mouse.
“Everythin’ good, brother?” Country asked when I stopped behind Isla’s friend, who jolted and looked over her shoulder at me.
I winked down at her before looking at Country. “All good. Talk later about it.”
“All right then. State, meet Courtney. Courtney, meet State.”
Courtney.
I liked it.
She moved to the side of our group and peered up at me. “Hi, ah, State.”
“Hey, darlin’.”
“Courtney is a friend of mine, State, so be nice,” Isla said with a smile.
“I’m always nice,” I replied, but I didn’t glance away from Courtney, giving me the chance to see the red haze brightening her cheeks. “How’d Isla convince you to come party with us, Courtney?”
Isla was a different brand of woman to Courtney. How’d they become friends? Isla was flirty and lively. She wore a short skirt and low-cut top, with boots that came up to her knees. I could already see Courtney was quieter and reserved. She was dressed in jeans and a plain black tee. She even wore sneakers. I couldn’t judge too quick, though, since I was going off one glance.
Courtney shot Isla a quick glare. So there was fire in there. She looked up at me but shifted her eyes off to the side when she said, “She didn’t exactly tell me where we were going.”
Well, shit.
“Does that mean you wanna leave? Can understand this could be too much for some.”
She jutted her chin up and placed her hands on her hips. My little mouse had claws. “I didn’t say it was too much, just unexpected. I’m…. I don’t judge like that. Each to their own, and all that jazz.”
Grinning, I nodded toward the bar. “Can I get you a drink then?”
She blinked. “Oh, ah, sure.”
“What do you like?”
“Cranberry and vodka?”
I smirked. “Are you asking or telling me?” I didn’t care what she drank, if that was what she was worried about.
“Telling. Please.” She glanced at her friend, but Isla was too busy whispering into Country’s ear. Not that he was paying much attention to what she was saying. His gaze was on a certain club girl who was playing poker with Quake. He seriously had to sort out his head about Dusty before one of the brothers, who didn’t see her as a sister, decided to take a chance at claiming her as an old lady. She was one of the few girls who didn’t try to play us.
Turning to the bar, I called the order and faced Courtney again. “How do you and Isla know each other?”
“We studied at the same beauty school a while ago. Now she does hair at a different salon to where I do nails, but we catch up for coffee every now and then.” She glanced to the side, noting Isla and Country were busy, and looked back to me. “Do you, ah, work?”
“Yeah, babe.”
Her lips thinned, and she lifted a hand to roll it around. “Will you elaborate? Or wait—is your job something I’m not supposed to know about?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “You can know. I’m co-owner of Polished Pussies.”
“Of what?” she breathed.
“Polished Pussies. A brothel.”
“A brothel?”
