Finding Stone (The Stone Brothers Series) (Volume 1)

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would have knocked him out if he touched her. Finally, Molly sees me. She looks shocked but rolls her eyes and keeps dancing.
    Did she move on? Funny. What would she be moving on from? I'm not hers she's not mine. We take a seat at a table that just emptied.
    "What do you want to drink? I'm going to the bar," Evan asks.
    "Whatever, just make it strong," I say. I'm going to need something stronger than beer tonight. I think maybe I'm here tonight because I can't move on from Molly if I haven't fucked her. I know I shouldn't. I keep telling myself that I don't get involved with nurses. Try telling that to my dick, though. I've jerked off to the thought of her at least ten times in the last three days.
    "Ladies and gentleman," I hear Evan over the speakers. He has to embarrass me. "It's my brother's 35th birthday. Can everyone join me in singing Happy Birthday?"
    I'm going to kill the fucker, and with that, all the drunks start singing happy birthday. When it's over, I nod. He, of all people, knows how much I like my privacy. He will pay.

Molly
    Dancing has been so much fun. We all have moves, even Brayden. Most guys are stiff. Brayden was dancing to impress and impress he did. I caught Missy watching him throughout the evening. I think she is seeing him in a way she hasn't before.
    I noticed Dr. Hotty Asshole. I have to remind myself he won't ruin my night. Walking over to the bar I decide he needs to know I've forgiven him. A few beers in always makes things seem easier said than done.
    I tap him on the shoulder. He looks up and instantly I feel my blood rushing through me when I am met with his nearly black eyes. I want to kiss those lips again, instead I simply say, "Happy Birthday, Dr. Stone." I smile, and then turn around to leave.
    I'm not giving him a chance to talk. I'm here to have a good time, not to get back on the rollercoaster.
    "You looked like you were having fun out there." Ugh, I know that sneering yucky voice. It's Aaron, aka Mr. Clean on Steroids. I like Kerrigan so I'll be nice.
    "Yeah. It was a rough week. Dancing relieves stress and relaxes me." I smile and feel gross about doing it.
    "There are other things you can do to relieve stress." His fake smile drops. I get the creeps. Is he hitting on me? Gross. He gets in my personal space and I back up.
    "Sorry. I don't know what you mean," I say, but of course, I know exactly what he means. I feel a hand at the small of my back and look around to see Brayden. I'm so relieved. I curve into him and exhale. He must know I am freaked.
    "We have a problem here?" Brayden asks.
    "Sorry man. I didn't know she had a boyfriend. I was trying to get a piece of what she was showing," he says. I'm getting pissed now. Fear gone. Pissed.
    "Dude. You're not one of those big beefy tacos with a really small dick who intimidates women who are just trying to have a good time are you?" Brayden asks.
    I hold in my laugh. I can't help the smile that's on my face, though. I look up at Brayden, silently telling him thanks.
    Aaron starts getting closer to Brayden and braces like he is about to throw a punch. This is ridiculous. I'm not going to let Aaron ruin our time here. I'm really angry now, so I do all I know to do.
    My right hook lands on his nose. Blood sprays everywhere. Oh my God. Did I really do did that? I do not feel a bit of guilt.
    Aaron starts crowding me, getting right in my face. "You bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you," he screams.
    "No one is killing anyone," Brayden says calmly, trying to keep the peace, getting in between us.
    "Fuck you. Your fucking girlfriend is a slut and a tease. Maybe I won't kill her; maybe I will just fuck her." The thought makes me want to gag.
    "I was trying to be nice; however, you're making it really hard. Since you can't seem to shut your mouth, now I have to do this." Oh, shit! Brayden is on him like white on rice. I laugh at my analogy. He's going to kill Aaron. Mr. Clean on Steroids is getting his ass handed to him.
    I grab Brayden's

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