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Drake more.” He pulled his wallet out and handed the bartender a bunch of bills, covering all of our tab. “She’s spent most of her life taking care of him, of us all really.”
I could understand that, I guess. “So, she’s like your sister or something?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what she is. My sister.” He gave my fingers a squeeze and then pulled me toward the closest exit.
Linc already had a taxi waiting for us when we reached the street. Dallas sat in the back sulking. “I wasn’t finished with that bitch.”
“Ah, poor baby.” Shane patted her knee as he scooted in and pulled me close as Linc shut the door and hopped in the front. “Thanks for defending my honor, sweetheart.”
Dallas bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Sure.”
I couldn’t hide my snicker as the taxi pulled into traffic. “Dallas, you just defended the biggest male slut in the rock world. That’s brave.”
“God, Harper. You are so lit!” Linc called from the front seat.
“Hey!” Shane pinched my side, making me squeal and giggle. “I’m a reformed male slut, thank you.”
“Oh, sorry. Reformed male slut. How long has it been since your last fuck?”
Linc was right. It had to be the alcohol making me run off at the mouth the way I was. Normally words like fuck just didn’t cross my lips.
“A little over two weeks.”
“Holy shit!” I cried. “That’s got to be a record for you. Are you sick or something?”
Blue-gray eyes narrowed at me in the dim light of the taxi. “Or something.”
Yeah, the alcohol had hit me hard, and now I was seeing things. Shane Stevenson was not looking at me as if he wanted to devour me. It just wasn’t possible after his kiss-and-run just a few weeks before. The arm that he had around my waist pulled me closer, and I felt a little dizzy as he lowered his head and nuzzled my ear. “Definitely something, beautiful,” I thought I heard him whisper.
“Well, that was one bachelorette party those girls won’t forget,” Linc commented, breaking the spell Shane had suddenly put me under. “Hope the wedding isn’t tomorrow, or the bride will have a half bald bridesmaid.”
It didn’t take long before the driver pulled in front of our apartment building. Shane’s hand lingered at the small of my back as we followed Linc inside. The night doorman was leaning back in his chair behind his desk when we walked in. I waved at him.
“Hey, Curtis!”
“Evening, Miss Jones.”
The elevator opened as soon as Dallas pressed the button. We rode up to the twelfth floor in near silence. Dallas was starting to feel the effects of her fight and the alcohol and was leaning against Linc as she closed her eyes. “Bed,” she grumbled as soon as we entered the apartment moments later.
“Night, Dallas,” Shane called after her retreating back.
“I’m going to turn in too,” Linc said as he headed toward the hall that led to our bedrooms. “I have to be at work early.”
“Dude, it was fun tonight. We’ll have to do this again.”
Linc laughed. “Yeah, I had a good time.”
I flopped down on the couch, the remote already in my hand. When Linc’s door slammed behind him, Shane sat down beside me and snatched the remote from me. “How many channels does this thing have?”
I shrugged. “Linc ordered the whole package, so there is plenty to choose from.” When it landed on some sports network, I grunted. “No, no, and no. If you’re staying I’m not watching stupid sports.”
He sighed and switched it to a chick flick on one of the movie channels. “How is this?”
“Nope. Do you want to make me gag?” I took the remote back and looked through the menu for a few moments before settling on a late night horror movie. It was something that Lana and I had in common, our love for scary movies. “I love this part.”
“I knew I loved you.” He draped his arm along the back of the couch.
“ Shh, this is the best part.”
“Of course it is,” Shane muttered and
I could understand that, I guess. “So, she’s like your sister or something?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what she is. My sister.” He gave my fingers a squeeze and then pulled me toward the closest exit.
Linc already had a taxi waiting for us when we reached the street. Dallas sat in the back sulking. “I wasn’t finished with that bitch.”
“Ah, poor baby.” Shane patted her knee as he scooted in and pulled me close as Linc shut the door and hopped in the front. “Thanks for defending my honor, sweetheart.”
Dallas bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Sure.”
I couldn’t hide my snicker as the taxi pulled into traffic. “Dallas, you just defended the biggest male slut in the rock world. That’s brave.”
“God, Harper. You are so lit!” Linc called from the front seat.
“Hey!” Shane pinched my side, making me squeal and giggle. “I’m a reformed male slut, thank you.”
“Oh, sorry. Reformed male slut. How long has it been since your last fuck?”
Linc was right. It had to be the alcohol making me run off at the mouth the way I was. Normally words like fuck just didn’t cross my lips.
“A little over two weeks.”
“Holy shit!” I cried. “That’s got to be a record for you. Are you sick or something?”
Blue-gray eyes narrowed at me in the dim light of the taxi. “Or something.”
Yeah, the alcohol had hit me hard, and now I was seeing things. Shane Stevenson was not looking at me as if he wanted to devour me. It just wasn’t possible after his kiss-and-run just a few weeks before. The arm that he had around my waist pulled me closer, and I felt a little dizzy as he lowered his head and nuzzled my ear. “Definitely something, beautiful,” I thought I heard him whisper.
“Well, that was one bachelorette party those girls won’t forget,” Linc commented, breaking the spell Shane had suddenly put me under. “Hope the wedding isn’t tomorrow, or the bride will have a half bald bridesmaid.”
It didn’t take long before the driver pulled in front of our apartment building. Shane’s hand lingered at the small of my back as we followed Linc inside. The night doorman was leaning back in his chair behind his desk when we walked in. I waved at him.
“Hey, Curtis!”
“Evening, Miss Jones.”
The elevator opened as soon as Dallas pressed the button. We rode up to the twelfth floor in near silence. Dallas was starting to feel the effects of her fight and the alcohol and was leaning against Linc as she closed her eyes. “Bed,” she grumbled as soon as we entered the apartment moments later.
“Night, Dallas,” Shane called after her retreating back.
“I’m going to turn in too,” Linc said as he headed toward the hall that led to our bedrooms. “I have to be at work early.”
“Dude, it was fun tonight. We’ll have to do this again.”
Linc laughed. “Yeah, I had a good time.”
I flopped down on the couch, the remote already in my hand. When Linc’s door slammed behind him, Shane sat down beside me and snatched the remote from me. “How many channels does this thing have?”
I shrugged. “Linc ordered the whole package, so there is plenty to choose from.” When it landed on some sports network, I grunted. “No, no, and no. If you’re staying I’m not watching stupid sports.”
He sighed and switched it to a chick flick on one of the movie channels. “How is this?”
“Nope. Do you want to make me gag?” I took the remote back and looked through the menu for a few moments before settling on a late night horror movie. It was something that Lana and I had in common, our love for scary movies. “I love this part.”
“I knew I loved you.” He draped his arm along the back of the couch.
“ Shh, this is the best part.”
“Of course it is,” Shane muttered and
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