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likes enough to maintain a friendship with.”
    “She made a date with another guy? Fuck that!” Quin bolted up off the couch, mindlessly looking for his truck keys.
    “Dude, chill.”
    Quin couldn’t believe how laid-back Kegen was being. Of course, this wasn’t a woman he was trying to date.
    “Is she not going to meet with another guy at a predetermined spot at a predetermined time? Is that not the definition of a date?”
    Kegen looked up at him with amusement in his eyes. His lips twitched in the makings of a smile. “Now that you put it that way, then yep, she’s on a date.”
    Snorting sounds behind him had him spinning around. Revlin was doubled over in laughter. “What in the fuck are you laughing about?”
    “Kegen’s right. She’s on a date and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”
    “The hell I can’t.”
    “The hell you won’t. You show up at the bar and she’s likely to throw something at your head. She’s already pissed at all of us. I don’t think you want to give her more ammunition to be mad. You need to give her a minute to cool down. I’m thinking texting her isn’t going to help either.” Rev got up from his seat and ambled into the kitchen. Quin would never admit it out loud, but Rev was right. If he pushed her too hard, he really believed she would slam the door in his face.
    “Fuck me. I can’t sit around here and wait for her to get back to me.” He flopped back on the couch.
    “What other choice do you have?” Kegen asked.
    “I’ll think of something.” And he better do it quick.
     
    ***
     
    Laurel pulled up at the wine bar with thirty minutes to spare. She pulled her phone out to text Evan and let him know she was early, only to get distracted by a message from Quin.
     
    Sorry I was an ass. Call me. Want to make it up to you. ~ Quin
     
    “Make it up to me. Ha! I don’t know if you’re worth the trouble Quinton Ferris.” Her irritation at him burned just as much as it did for his brothers, actually more. They knew what they were doing when they taunted him. Quin, on the other hand, if he was so interested should have stepped up to the plate and put a stop to their games.
    “MEN!”
    A loud rap on her window jerked her out of her musings, scaring her. Standing on the other side of the window was Evan, his trademark smile lighting up his face.
    Cutting the engine she grabbed her purse and phone, glancing down at Quin’s text glaring back at her. She nibbled her lip, unable to decide if she should text him back and tell him to get lost or just wait and see how she felt in the morning.
    “Laurel? Something wrong?”
    She shook her head and got out. Quin was just going to have to wait until morning. That is if she was in a better mood. “No, nothing wrong. I was just about to text you and let you know I was here early.”
    Evan pulled her into hug, wrapping his beefy arms around her. You would never know by looking at him that he was the photographer and not the model.
    He pulled back and seemed to search her face. She had no idea what he was looking for. Maybe he was trying to gauge her mood, which at the moment was pretty shitty but starting to look up.
    He dropped a kiss on her head then tucked her beneath his arm. “I must be psychic then or just hungry. I’ve missed the hell out of you.”
    She laughed and clung to Evan, as his long legs ate up the sidewalk. The only way for her to keep up with this stride was to hold on and let him practically carry her. Thank goodness he was strong enough to bear her weight.
    Twenty minutes later they were seated in one of the intimate corner booths. Every time she moved, she bumped into Evan’s leg or arm. He only laughed the more frustrated she got.
    “Seriously, these tables are too damn small. How are you supposed to get more than one plate on here?”
    Laurel pushed the cheese platter to the side knocking it into the bottle of wine as the waiter put down Evan’s plate. Evan barely caught the bottle before