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He didn’t appear to be high. No glossy eyes, no disheveled look. Appeared alert and dressed well.
But it didn’t matter. She would not let him get under her skin. This man wasn’t capable of raising Amelie—but she was. She would.
“You’re right, I don’t know you. Because I’ve never met you before, which is why I won’t be handing my daughter over to a stranger.”
“Hey, I need you,” the woman who had hollered from the other end of the bar said, suddenly in his face.
“What is it?”
By his curt tone, she didn’t think he was annoyed because the woman was interrupting them. There was some other animosity between the two. More than likely, he’d slept with her as he did with all the other female population. Disgusting.
“You have a visitor in the back. Go deal with it.” She held out her hands. “I’ll take Amelie.”
His other hand met up with the one holding Amelie’s back. “She stays with me.”
The woman cocked a brow. “I don’t think it’s a friendly visit.”
He frowned yet didn’t make a move to remove Amelie from the contraption and hand her over to the woman. It was something she really, really wanted him to do. She could sweet talk her way into this woman handing over Amelie to her.
The bar door opened and a gust of cold air washed over her, making her shiver.
“Yo, bro, hold Amelie for me.”
Ugh. Of course, Corey’s brother had to be smoking hot like the man himself. It didn’t seem right for both men to be so good-looking. Dark hair, scruffy face, piercing eyes. A smoldering look that most men weren’t capable of dishing out. Both men could without even realizing they were doing it. So annoying.
Plus, his brother couldn’t take Amelie. She had a better chance at getting her hands on her if the woman took Amelie.
“I said I would hold her,” the woman snapped.
“Ricky’s here so you don’t need to.”
The woman huffed and walked away.
Ricky?
The man who walked around to the other side of the counter did not look like a Ricky. He had taken off his jacket, and she wanted to drool at the sight. Tattoos lined up and down his arms, with muscles that screamed to be felt up. Oh, she loved a man with definition. Chiseled jaw, full beard. Lips made for kissing.
Quite a contrast with Corey. Sure, he had muscular arms and definition in his shoulders but not ones that said he’d crush a person with one touch, like his brother. Softer features in the face with a hint of stubble. Thicker hair that—if she liked the guy—would make her itch to run her fingers through it to see if it felt as soft as it looked.
“You need to talk it out with Tamara.”
“I haven’t done anything to her. Not my fault she hates my guts.”
Corey unhooked Amelie from his chest, and Ricky transferred her to his without missing a beat.
Ugh. Another sign that neither man was failing at raising a little girl. A baby.
Corey pointed at her. “Whatever you do, don’t trust her. She ain’t who she says she is.”
He walked away, and his brother pinned his eyes on her.
“And who do you say you are?”
“I’m here for Amelie.”
Ricky tightened his hands on Amelie in the same way Corey had. “So you’re her mom. What the hell do you want?”
“Amelie.”
