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Clutch will be, too. Payback for Gracie.”
    “We got a name?”
    “Called himself Toke.”
    “I’ll call Burke.”
    “Jesus.”
    “Em, I need to make a quick phone call,” I said, ducking my head back into the office. I smiled at her softly, pretending to be human. Harder to pull off every year. “You okay in here for a minute?”
    She looked up at me, her face all innocent and trusting, and Isavored the sight. I had a pretty good feeling that I’d never see her like that again. Not after tonight.
    “Everything all right?” she asked.
    “Yeah,” I replied, lying easily. “Just a little misunderstanding back home. I’ll get it taken care of and get back to you.”
    I started to close the door.
    “Hey,” she said, giving me another soft look. “I like you, Liam Blake.”
    “I like you, Emmy Hayes,” I replied, wishing things were different.
    Don’t know why I bothered.
    Shit happens. Fuckin’ weak and stupid to let yourself care.
    I went back out into the hallway and called Burke to get my orders.

Chapter Three
EM
    Liam stepped out of the room and I shivered, so excited I could hardly exist. This was better than I’d hoped.
He
was better than I’d hoped. So incredibly cute, he made me feel amazing, and best of all? He didn’t seem particularly interested in talking about my father.
    That last one was a biggie.
    I pulled out my phone—I wanted to get back to the room, but I’d promised I wouldn’t go alone. I pulled up Sophie’s number, my fingers fumbling, although I couldn’t decide if it was from the drinks or the excitement.
    ME: I want to go back to the hotel. He’s defintely THE ONE
    SOPHIE: Dont u dare! We have to chck him out frist. Ur NOT follwing the plan
    ME: Yu’ll meet him in a minut come down to Mick’s and we can head from there. We’ll wait outside.
    Islid my phone into my pocket, then hugged myself, rubbing my arms up and down quickly. I still couldn’t quite believe all this was happening. I’d met Liam and he was fantastic. Sexy. Beautiful. Even sweet …
    More important than that, though—he had an edge. An edge like the guys I’d grown up with, and that was critical. Ultimately, I couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t handle my MC family. Liam could, I was almost certain of it.
    Not that I was stupid—I knew it might not turn into anything.
    But it might. Tonight I’d finally get to see for myself what all the fuss was about. Funny, but Painter had actually done me a favor in the end. If he’d gone for it, I might be with him right now instead of Liam. And while I hadn’t known Liam all that long, I felt a connection with him that I’d never felt for Painter.
    Painter was a fantasy, a dream about what could be. Had I ever even had a real conversation with him? I couldn’t remember anything that went past casual. But Liam was
real
. Liam wanted me as much as I wanted him, and while there was no question things were physically intense between us, I knew there was more to it than that. We’d connected from hundreds of miles apart. I could tell him anything and he made me laugh, and the fact that he was hot as hell was just the icing on the cake.
    I had a feeling I’d have fallen for Liam if he’d been shorter than me with a gut and a hairy back.
    That was a theory I’d have to go without testing, poor me. Liam in person was sexier than I’d ever imagined, and I had a very good imagination. The office door opened and he stepped back in, giving me a burning, intense look that made me wet.
    “You’re beautiful, Em,” he said. “One more kiss, okay?”
    Yeah, wasn’t gonna argue with that.
    He pulled me into his arms and his lips covered mine, tongue sliding deep inside. He was almost brutal in his intensity, burying himself in my mouth.
    Thenhe broke loose.
    “Let’s go.”
    “I need to wait for my friends,” I said. “I texted them while you were making your call. We’re supposed to meet them out front.”
    “Kimber and Sophie, right?” he asked.