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bottle on the bar and stood up.
“So what are they doing up there?”
“From the text Meg sent me earlier, it sounds like Cyn is on a mission to find a guy tonight and Meg is her wingman.”
I threw a ten on the bar to cover our beers and followed Troy out of the bar. “You know where they are going?” I hollered at Troy as he climbed up in his truck.
“One thing I know about Meg, she goes to Falls City, she always hits up Tigs. It’s her favorite bar up there.” He slammed his door and cranked his truck up.
“How come you’re telling me this? What if Meg doesn’t want me there?”
“Something you are going to learn about Meg, she doesn’t always know what’s best for her. She chooses what she thinks is the safe and right path. Sometimes safe isn’t always the way to go.” Troy put his truck in gear and drove off. I watched to see what house he pulled into, knowing that it was Meg’s.
I pulled out my phone and called Rigid. “You up for a ride tonight brother?”
“Sure, where the fuck we going?” Rigid asked.
“Falls City, brother. Something there I want.”
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Meg
Our first stop was Maxim’s, who make killer pizza and pasta. We order two big pizzas piled high with every topping possible, minus the pineapple, and a double order of fried ravioli and we chowed down.
After Cyn’s insistent flirting with the waiter and leaving her phone number with him, we managed to pull her away and head to the Strip. Fall’s City was a major tourist trap and consisted of amusement parks, hotels, bars, and more bars.
The Strip was lined with bars and was where you went if you had an awesome car and wanted to show it off, you would drive it up and down the Strip. I loved it. I could just sit on a bench and watch all the tricked out cars go by. My truck and I had our fair share of cruising the Strip and turning heads. It rocked.
We hit up two bars and then ended up at Tig’s and stuck around for a while. They had a jukebox, strong drinks, and hot guys in attendance tonight. It was perfect for Cyn’s “Thank God I Didn’t Marry That Asshat” celebration.
I was dancing with all the girls and contemplating my empty glass, scoping out the bar to get a refill, when I was spun around, face to face with Lo. Shit.
He looked good. It seemed every time I saw him he looked better than the last time. He had on washed out jeans, ripped at the knees, with an electric blue t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Topped off with his cut and kick ass motorcycle boots on his feet, which completed his bad ass biker look. It seemed to be his standard look but there was nothing standard about it.
“Hi!” I squeaked out. Squeaking seemed to be my initial reaction to Lo.
His eyes did a sweep of me; starting at my feet and traveled up my body. I took notice that he lingered on my boobs, his eyes going liquid as they traveled up my body. His inspection ended on my face and he smirked.
“I was hoping I would find you tonight.” He drawled.
“How did you know I was here? I’m an hour away from home.” Stalker! A hot stalker, but a stalker nonetheless.
“I stopped by The Tavern tonight and I saw your buddy, Troy, there. He let me know where to find you.” Ok, maybe not a stalker. I looked in his eyes. Still hot though.
I was totally looking for a new best friend. “Well, you found me.” I pivoted and stormed to the bar. I grabbed my phone out of
“So what are they doing up there?”
“From the text Meg sent me earlier, it sounds like Cyn is on a mission to find a guy tonight and Meg is her wingman.”
I threw a ten on the bar to cover our beers and followed Troy out of the bar. “You know where they are going?” I hollered at Troy as he climbed up in his truck.
“One thing I know about Meg, she goes to Falls City, she always hits up Tigs. It’s her favorite bar up there.” He slammed his door and cranked his truck up.
“How come you’re telling me this? What if Meg doesn’t want me there?”
“Something you are going to learn about Meg, she doesn’t always know what’s best for her. She chooses what she thinks is the safe and right path. Sometimes safe isn’t always the way to go.” Troy put his truck in gear and drove off. I watched to see what house he pulled into, knowing that it was Meg’s.
I pulled out my phone and called Rigid. “You up for a ride tonight brother?”
“Sure, where the fuck we going?” Rigid asked.
“Falls City, brother. Something there I want.”
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Meg
Our first stop was Maxim’s, who make killer pizza and pasta. We order two big pizzas piled high with every topping possible, minus the pineapple, and a double order of fried ravioli and we chowed down.
After Cyn’s insistent flirting with the waiter and leaving her phone number with him, we managed to pull her away and head to the Strip. Fall’s City was a major tourist trap and consisted of amusement parks, hotels, bars, and more bars.
The Strip was lined with bars and was where you went if you had an awesome car and wanted to show it off, you would drive it up and down the Strip. I loved it. I could just sit on a bench and watch all the tricked out cars go by. My truck and I had our fair share of cruising the Strip and turning heads. It rocked.
We hit up two bars and then ended up at Tig’s and stuck around for a while. They had a jukebox, strong drinks, and hot guys in attendance tonight. It was perfect for Cyn’s “Thank God I Didn’t Marry That Asshat” celebration.
I was dancing with all the girls and contemplating my empty glass, scoping out the bar to get a refill, when I was spun around, face to face with Lo. Shit.
He looked good. It seemed every time I saw him he looked better than the last time. He had on washed out jeans, ripped at the knees, with an electric blue t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Topped off with his cut and kick ass motorcycle boots on his feet, which completed his bad ass biker look. It seemed to be his standard look but there was nothing standard about it.
“Hi!” I squeaked out. Squeaking seemed to be my initial reaction to Lo.
His eyes did a sweep of me; starting at my feet and traveled up my body. I took notice that he lingered on my boobs, his eyes going liquid as they traveled up my body. His inspection ended on my face and he smirked.
“I was hoping I would find you tonight.” He drawled.
“How did you know I was here? I’m an hour away from home.” Stalker! A hot stalker, but a stalker nonetheless.
“I stopped by The Tavern tonight and I saw your buddy, Troy, there. He let me know where to find you.” Ok, maybe not a stalker. I looked in his eyes. Still hot though.
I was totally looking for a new best friend. “Well, you found me.” I pivoted and stormed to the bar. I grabbed my phone out of
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