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“Is that no dick?” Hannah whispers.
“SHOCK! Fuck, you do not need to live up to your road name.” Lacey laughs at me.
“Yes, I do.” I ignore her and read my text.
Azizam, how is your girl’s night going?
A pitcher of margaritas was just delivered to our table, and you have become the topic of the evening.
Should I be worried?
Very!
I smile as I put my phone down to thank the waiter, who is pouring me a fresh glass when I catch a whiff of Turkish tobacco. I freeze when I feel his hand on the nape of my neck and glance at Hannah and Lacey.
They’re both staring up at Malachi.
“Ladies,” he greets my friends, and I start shaking my head when I see the smirk cross Hannah’s face.
“Dickless?” I’m going to fucking kill her.
“Excuse me?” Malachi chokes out on a laugh.
“We’re just wondering why, with the body of a Greek God and a tongue of legend, why the hell you haven’t dicked our girl down yet.” Wait, what did she just say?
“Greek God? He’s not in uniform?” I turn before letting them respond to find him in a dark navy suit.
The top buttons of his white shirt are undone, showing off tattoos and skin. What the fuck?
“What are you wearing?” I hear the girls laughing at my reaction.
“Uniform?” Lacey asks, and I realize my fuck up.
“I’m off duty and having drinks with a few guys from work. One of them is getting married tonight.” He twirls one of my curls around his fingers and pulls slightly.
“Well, we won’t keep you then! Call me later?” I ask in a rush to move him along before Lacey starts the next Spanish Inquisition.
He leans down, pulling my hair to raise my face to his.
“Behave, Assizes. No driving.” He kisses my lips softly and then disappears into a crowd of men gathering at the other end of the bar.
“Holy fucking shit!” Hannah says, fanning her face.
“I hate you both.” I slap my napkin on the table and chug my drink.
“What the fuck does Azizam mean?” Hannah whispers, and Lacey takes her phone out to google it.
Absolutely perfect.
“Azizam, Farsi for ‘my dear,’” Lacey looks up at me through narrowed eyes.
“He’s Iranian by birth. His parents passed away when he was super young, and he was raised here by his godfather, his father’s best friend.” Lacey places her phone on the table and leans in.
“Occupation?” I lean back and close my eyes again.
“Law enforcement.” There it’s out.
“Aspen Hoss! Does Wolf know?”
