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Bree nodded. “Let me see if I can make that work.” She dropped her small purse from her shoulder, unzipped it, and pulled out her phone. “Give me your number so I can keep you in the loop. I’ll set up a group text.”
“A group text? Who all is coming?”
“Number?” she said, and I rattled it off. Within seconds, I heard my phone beep from where it lay inside my purse. She shoved her phone back in her purse and put it back on her shoulder. “I’m not sure who all is coming, but I have a lot of cousins, so I’d say a minimum of ten girls.”
My eyes widened again. “Ten.”
“Minimum,” she repeated while smiling.
When someone moved to stand beside her, she pointed at the tray. “Ooh, it looks like your meals are here. I’ll go so you can eat.” She tapped my arm. “I’ll likely send out the text tomorrow, so keep an eye out.” She started to move away from the table but looked over her shoulder. “See ya, Tank.”
He only shook his head while the meals were being placed in front of us.
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TANK
She looked flustered,and I couldn’t blame her. Bree was a force, and when she wanted something to happen, she made it happen. Sounded to me like someone put Jane on her radar.
The server moved away from the table, and I leaned forward. “She’s harmless.”
Jane’s eyes snapped up to meet mine, and she studied me carefully. “I’m not really sure what just happened.”
“What happened is the Dimarco girls and their friends decided they want to get to know you.”
“Why?”
“I’m guessing Maddie liked you and told the girls you should all hang out.”
“But I only spoke to her for five minutes. I thought she was just being nice. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her.”
“That might be how shit works in your world, but people mean what they say here. They aren’t just bein’ nice.”
She nodded and moved her napkin from the table to her lap. “How do you know her?”
Lifting my fork, I dug into the pasta before answering. “Know all the Dimarcos. Everyone in this town knows them.”
“Are they involved in the club?”
I lifted the fork to my mouth and shook my head while I chewed, planning to answer her but was distracted. “Damn that’s good.” Using my fork, I pointed at her plate. “Try it.”
She stabbed some pasta with her fork and lifted it to her mouth. When she smiled softly and closed her eyes, I growled. I could watch her eat for hours. I’d never seen anyone who was so expressive when they enjoyed something. My cock hardened when I wondered if she’d make that same face when I pushed into her.
She opened her eyes and smiled, oblivious to how erotic my thoughts had turned. “Wow, that is good. Maybe the best I’ve ever had.”
Shifting my eyes from hers, I took a drink and tried to think about anything else besides all the shit I wanted to do with her.
“So… are they?”
I cleared my throat and put more pasta on my fork, trying to remember what the hell we’d been talking about. “Who?”
“The Dimarcos,” she prompted.
Right, the Dimarcos and the club. “No, not exactly.” Lifting my head, I met her curious eyes. “The club is partners with two of the Dimarco brothers, who run a construction business. Together we bought a piece of ground that borders our property line. We decided to build a racetrack on the property for the community to enjoy and to bring in a little money for all of us, which we’re building right now, and they’re going to start construction this spring on a hotel right next to it.”
“Two Dimarcos?”
I grinned because it was always fun to watch people’s reactions when talking about the Dimarco family. “Jack and Anna Dimarco are staples of this town. Been here forever. They have eight kids, seven boys and one girl.”
