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Jonesy chimes in, turning it into some type ofFamily Feudreveal. With his palm splayed wide over the table, he says, “For the question ofDumb Ways to Die, show meMake the Mother of my Newborn be my Uber Driver. Survey says.”
Tomer and I make a loud dinging sound. Everyone busts out in laughter.
After he’s done laughing, Henderson offers his defense. “She offered because the baby is teething, and a car ride always settles her down. And it’s safer than getting behind the wheel after hanging out with you drunkards all evening. She’d rather I be alive.”
“You’ve got a good one, man. Hold on to her,” Jonesy tells him, a hint of unease passing over his face. But it fades before I can ask what he’s getting at.
Backing away from the table, I catch Henderson’s gaze. “If you have a designated driver, you can definitely have a shot before you go.”
I dash off to the bar before he can object.
And that’s when the night gets…interesting.
Chapter3
Target acquired
MIA
Target acquired at the Sassy Parrot. Cute name for a dive bar on the beach.
Interestingly, the Redleg guys frequent this place despite Samantha Mason’s abduction from the rear alley earlier this year.
“Four shots of 1800,” Klein tells the bartender.
With the girls on my chest presented like an offering, I slide beside him at the bar, easing onto the closest stool. I toss my long red hair over my shoulder, hoping my perfume wafts in his direction.
While he waits for his shots, I tuck my arms close to my sides, accentuating my breasts. My eyes catch on his corded forearms, and my pulse picks up.
He glances over, eyes bulging from his handsome face at the sight of my cleavage.
Already off to a good start. This might be easier than I thought.
Gulping audibly, he forces his gaze straight ahead. I can’t suppress a soft chuckle.
Twisting at my waist, I swivel the bar stool to face him. “It’s okay to look, stud, but you can’t touch.”
When we face each other, his breath hitches. And I’d be lying if I said mine didn’t too.
He’sfarmore attractive in person than on a screen. Dark brown hair that’s long enough on top to run your fingers through and nicely trimmed on the sides. A dusting of stubble gives him a touch of rugged appeal. But those hazel eyes are full of innocence and virtue.
And what is that scent he’s wearing?Eau de fuck me?
It’s a mixture of sweet and spicy. It makes my mouth and core moisten.
This man isfreaking delicious.
A sense of confidence sweeps over him as he stiffens his spine and narrows his eyes at me. I bat my lashes demurely, playing up the flirting game.
He swipes his tongue across his lower lip. “Was that a challenge? It sounded like it might be.”
I try to hold it in, but a genuine laugh escapes me, big and loud. I quickly tamp it down and coyly retort, “You wish.”
“Or maybeyouwish,” he tosses playfully.
At least my overzealous laugh didn’t turn him off. That was a close one.
Now that I’ve captured his attention, phase one is complete. Time to make him wait.
