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“Because of what you overheard last night, you’re making me be your plus one.”
“Yes.” He was being a bastard, no doubt about that, but there was no backing out now. Besides, if she was coming, the questions would stop and all bets were off.
“I’ll do it, but I don’t want to talk about it again, and you never mention that night or what you heard. Are we clear?” She was looking at his chin now.
He nodded. “We have to be away for two days. The wedding is in Ryker Falls.”
“I know that. Unlike you, I actually get on with the rest of your family because they’re nice!”
“I know they’re nice because I get on with them too,” he gritted out.
“Sure, whatever.” She waved a hand at him. “I will make my own way there.”
“I’ll take you.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Send the idiot through, Birdie!” J.D. called.
“Go.” She pointed to the door.
“You’re flying in with us. I’ll send you the details,” he growled before walking away.
He shouldn’t have blackmailed Birdie into being his date. Sawyer knew he was an asshole, knew what the people in this town thought of him, but he still had a code he lived by. He didn’t hurt or manipulate people unless they deserved it. He was manipulating Birdie.
Fuck!His chest felt tight suddenly. What he was doing was wrong.
Big windows framed the mountains and lake as he moved to the space J.D. used. The place had a combination of smells. Perfumed lotions and face and hair stuff mingled with coffee, and it all created a weird scent in the air.
“Sit,” J.D. said, pointing to his chair.
“What’s with the attitude?” Sawyer said, sitting.
“Birdie’s like this baby chick who never leaves the nest,” J.D. hissed. “You can’t help but want to protect her, and someone like you could eat her in two bites without swallowing.”
Fuck. I want to taste Birdie McAllister.
“Calm down. I’m taking her to a wedding, not a strip club.”
“That, right there.” He pointed a needle at Sawyer. “I doubt Birdie’s even been to a strip club. You’re experienced, she’s not.”
“She’s never left Lyntacky, so it’s logical she’s never been to a strip club.”
“There’s a strip club here, as you very well know,” J.D. snapped.
“I know there is, but it’s not the place for a good girl like Birdie McAllister,” Sawyer growled back. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“My problem”—J.D. jabbed the needle his way again, and the pointy end came real close to Sawyer’s nose—“is that she’s a gentle soul and easily hurt. You’re not.”
“Yeah, well fuck you too.”
J.D. picked up the sketch he’d done on tracing paper.
“Don’t tell me I hurt your feelings? I should tattoo a black heart on this,” J.D. said. “Right above your ex-bitch’s name to piss you off.”
“But you won’t because you like having a straight nose,” Sawyer said. “And it’s not a declaration of love, bud. Birdie is coming with me because it will get my family and, now as it turns out, you lot off my back. No strings, one night. Lighten the fuck up.”
