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She snorts as if she thinks I'm lying to her.
Trick leans toward her and whispers something in her ear.
Her eyes widen and then narrow on me, her expression morphing from fierce to genuinely surprised. "You're serious?" she says, looking at Trick.
He nods.
"But…" She blinks at me. "Wow. I did not see that coming. You really don't sleep with any of them? Not even the models?"
"Fuck no," I growl. Why do chicks always think I like to screw around? Just because Instagram models descend on my shop like groupies doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to put my dick in them. "I don't shit where I eat."
"Oh. Wow." Sophie's cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. "Um, I'm sorry. I guess I just assumed you didn't lack for companionship because you're hot and you have a lot of female clients."
"What the fuck, Ember?" Trick growls.
"What?" She flings out a hand, waving it in the air. "Look at him. He's covered in tattoos, which women find sexy. And he has that whole bad boy thing going on with the piercings and the hair and that intense stare. He's hot!"
Trick turns his scowl on me like this shit is my fault. I smirk and flip him off. Naturally. What else am I going to do? Apologize for being pretty? I don't really give a shit what anyone thinks of the way I look, but any opportunity to fuck with my brother is a good one in my book.
"You are not in the wedding anymore," he says, his tone flat.
"Yes, he is!" Sophie protests. "He has to walk with Kennedy so Sienna and Dane can walk together, otherwise Dane will have a hissy fit." She leans forward to look at Dane, who is caught up in his own conversation with his wife and Sophie's father. "No offense."
Dane shrugs like he doesn't give a shit what she says about him. He's all about his wife, who laughs quietly at Sophie and then says something to her dad.
"Kennedy's in the wedding?" I ask, the only important question as far as I'm concerned. Trick and Sophie can argue later.
Sophie goes from fussing at Trick for trying to kick me out of the wedding to glaring at me. "Did you listen to any of what I said to you about the wedding?"
"Yeah…to the parts about the open bar." Isn't that the most important part for every man who has to attend a wedding? Don't get me wrong. I love Sophie and I'm happy as hell for Trick, but I'm not wearing a goddamn monkey suit and giving a speech sober. Fuck that.
Trick cracks up.
Sophie continues to glare at me for a minute and then she cracks a smile too. "I guess you aren't a manwhore," she mutters. "A woman would have killed you long before now if you were."
She's probably right about that, but I don't say it. Besides, I don't care what most women think about me. I'm only interested in the opinion of one woman…Kennedy Thorne.
