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Chapter Ten

Helen

Lock knew a restaurant off the beaten path near Santa Monica.Theo grumbled, but he followed behind Lock’s truck to the divey biker bar slash restaurant because I’d asked him to. As delicious as the blueberries were, by the time the play ended, my stomach was audibly growling. I was past hungry, verging on hangry. The only thing stopping me from being pissy was Theo.

“No.”

“Okay.”

God, he had no idea what that had done to me. Throughout my life, I’d heard a lot of different responses to the word “no,” but none had been so easy.

Come on, don’t be a tease.

I’ll make it good for you.

Just another minute.

You want it.

Shut up, bitch.

You little slut.

Theo had said okay. Like it was natural. Like it didn’t mean the entire world.

And then he’d said okay again to having dinner with Lock because I asked, even though I could tell he was jealous. He didn’t enjoy me splitting my attention with another man. He’d said okay anyway.

Now, the three of us were seated in a gritty bar, drinks in hand, waiting for our burgers. The other tables were filled too, mostly with bikers. We stuck out, but no one was paying us any attention. Probably because Lock could crush heads with his bare hands.

“How’d you find this place?” Theo asked.

Lock lifted one of his massive shoulders. “I drive. Wander. Found it on one of my drives. Looked interesting, so I stopped in. Best burger of my life, so I come back whenever I’m around.”

“Looking forward to it,” Theo replied. “The good thing about no longer wrestling is I can actually eat burgers and not worry about making weight.”

I wrinkled my nose. “What a stupid sport. You have to wear a silly outfit, rub your faces on other guys’ dicks, and you can’t eat hamburgers. I’m glad you wised up, Theodore.”

Lock snorted. Theo’s mouth curved into a slow grin. He really didn’t give a shit when I messed with him.

“Again, I’ve never rubbed my face against a guy’s dick.”

My eyes leveled with his. “I notice you didn’t deny the other things I said.”

He canted his head. “I didn’t. Although, you missed out, baby. I looked fly as hell in my singlet, and now, you’ll never get the privilege of seeing it.”

Lock passed his phone to me, and I burst out laughing when I looked at the screen. He’d Googled and pulled up a picture of Theodore in his uniform. There wasn’t much funnier than a grown man in a spandex onesie, even when he was as hot as Theo.

Theo snatched the phone from me, saw what I was laughing at, and slid it back to Lock, face down. His brow pinched, but I couldn’t read him. I didn’t think he was mad, but it was impossible to tell.

“I bet it’s better in person,” I teased.

“You’re damn right it is,” he replied. “I might have it hanging in my closet.”

I tapped my chin. “I wonder what I’ll have to do for you to let me see you in it.”

His eyes locked on mine, the humor melting from both of us. Our waitress approached with our food, but he kept his gaze on me. Then his mouth tipped at the corners and his lips moved.

“Be soft.”


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