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again. Her hair, a swath of black, lavender and silver down to her
hips, was her glory. It was no secret to anyone in the club. Nobody messed with
her hair. Until Zeke and his instructions.
    “Right,” Noah
drawled. “Just like I ‘forgot’ Laird is bringing in that new boi toi from his gym to play with tonight. Just decided to wear my hottest leather
Daisy Dukes because I wanted to.”
    “You can shut
up, too.”
    “And you can
hold still.” Seemingly from nowhere, her friend flourished a hairbrush. He instantly
went at her with it, gathering every strand into a high crown pony tail. “Sweet
azaleas, what I want to do with this mane…” He pouted at her in the mirror as he
started to braid the length, almost pulling off “innocent” with his blond
schoolboy haircut and big brown eyes. “Don’t we have just a few extra minutes?
There’s this coiled bun I’ve always wanted to try on you—”
    “ No coils,
Daisy.” Penny grabbed the brush from him before spinning Luna toward the door.
“It’s finally time for the lucky Master Z dungeon spin.” Her friend lightly
kissed her cheek. “You look perfect. Have fun, beautiful biatch!”
    Her friend’s words
resonated as she headed out the door. The “lucky” dungeon spin. If her friends
only knew how true the statement was. Penny and Noah had only heard the same
line as everyone else, that Zeke was back from deployment and requested her for
his homecoming Dominance session. She didn’t realize Luna had gotten her true
pass at the jackpot three months ago when Zeke had shown up at her door needing
key information for a mission that clearly meant more than “the usual.” She’d
helped him but had asked a price. Tonight was payment remittance time.
    Hell. The term
made her sound no better than the criminals she’d pointed Zeke to that night. And
yeah, she’d had a shitload of guilty twinges about their “deal.” She’d actually
gotten to the point of scrolling to his name in her phone. Thirty seconds
later, she’d be the better person for letting his body out of a scene that his
brain clearly didn’t want.
    But there was
the sticky. She hadn’t waited on this man for six years because of half-baked
hope. From the moment she’d first seen him stride into this club, an instinct
had flared inside her like no other. She felt like a griffin from the fantasy
books she’d snuck out of class to read as a kid, spreading its wings and
finally finding its life mate. Regrettably, Z’s griffin had still been snoozing.
    She’d decided to
be patient. Really patient. At times, she’d even been generous—like that
afternoon three months ago. She’d given him the information for his mission
even when she’d learned he was out to save another woman with it. But that didn’t
concern her anymore. After tapping connections at the base, she’d had learned
all about Z’s mystery woman. Army medical corps. Cute but basic. Jogged in the
mornings. Downed smoothies for lunch. No smoking, partying or even regular
clubs. In a word, vanilla.
    Not the match for
Zeke’s griffin.
    Her heart
pounded in time to the new boot steps in the entrance foyer. She’d recognize the
powerful footfall even if somebody threw a blindfold on her. She almost begged
someone to do just that. Though it would kill her not to watch him enter the
room, at least some of the water balloons in her body might change back to the
muscles they once were.
    “Shit,” she
blurted. The cushion upon which he’d told her to wait for him was next to the
fireplace, across the room. There was no way she’d make it in time. But the bar
was right here. She grabbed a cold beer and popped off the top. Maybe if she
greeted him with it, maybe even from her knees—
    “Wow. Thanks,
little flower, but Amstel isn’t my brand.”
    Shit, the awkward
sequel. “Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” She glanced at the guy’s
feet. Yep, there were the same heavy boots, same big-ass feet. They were
attached to