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The front door of the bar opened, drawing Kenna’s attention and mine. I could practically hear her thoughts.“Please be hot and available.”

Fynn Dupree’s fine ass strolled through, and I grinned.

Kenna scowled as her eyes landed on Fynn, clearly stating that he was not who she had in mind for tonight.

His height made it easy for him to see over the crowd and find Kenna and me. His green eyes glittered under the mood lighting that outlined the ceiling. He smiled after spotting us at the bar.

Behind him, Brock, Grayson, and Micah sauntered in, and I swore the entire place paused for a second and then sighed. It could have also been all in my head, my heart stopping for a beat and the sigh escaping my lips.

Would that feeling always exist when I laid eyes on Micah? Or would it fade over time? Doubtful, seeing as for more than two years I tried to get my heart to stop tripping every time we crossed paths. Never once did my heart listen to me.

A flutter whirled in my chest when Micah’s gaze collided with mine. It didn’t matter that he was across the room. I was drawn to him. He made me feel too damn much, enhanced by my current blissfully happy, drunken state.

Kenna ordered us drinks as the Elite made their way to the bar. On some unconscious level, people tended to shift out of the way, carving a path for the four guys like they owned the damn place.

“Fynn!” I sang, throwing my arms in the air and then around him for a hug. “Kenna needs a dancing partner.” I put my hands on his back, nudging him toward my cousin. “Your turn. My feet need a break.”

Brock bypassed us and went straight to Josie, who was still dancing. The man had a one-track mind when it came to her, something I never thought I would ever see in my lifetime—Brock Taylor hopelessly in love. I had to admit I was a bit envious of their relationship.

Micah came up behind me, his fingers grazing my hand as he brushed a kiss on my shoulder. “You look hot, Mads.”

“I do,” I agreed, my lips curving as I twisted my head to the side. “You, on the other hand, look like trouble. What are you up to?”

He flashed me those fucking dimples. Nothing good happened when the dimples appeared. Just mischief.

“We’re not staying,” Grayson answered.

Kenna’s lips formed a half pout. “You’re not?”

Fynn's dark brows knitted. “No, we were just looking for someone.”

I had an inkling of who that someone might be. Between the look in Micah’s eyes and Grayson’s shitty attitude, it wasn’t hard to conclude that it was likely Sterling. What concerned me was what the four of them planned to do if they found him.

“Who could be more important than me?” Kenna asked, and the thing was, she was totally serious.

Grayson rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to make you a list?”

Kenna dipped her middle finger into the center of the glass, pulled it out, and turned it around, flipping her brother off. “Suck on this.”

Scoffing, Grayson shook his head. “Could you be any more childish?”

I leaned my back against the bar counter, regarding Micah. “Should I be concerned?”

He closed the space between us, slipping his hand behind me. The maneuver had the front of his button-down shirt rubbing against the thin material of my top and through to the lacy bra. He knew what he was doing. Every move, every touch, no matter how light, mattered, and Micah did so consciously. I’d never met a guy who could seduce me so effortlessly with such simple gestures.

His hand came back with my drink, and he brought the straw to his lips and sucked down half. “About me? Never.”

I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth.

Grayson and Fynn both snorted but quickly covered with a cough or cleared their throat like they were hiding something, purposefully failing to be discreet.

“Micah.” I groaned. “I’ve had too much to fucking drink tonight to bail your asses out of jail.”

“I’m too pretty for the joint,” he remarked, half joking, half serious.

I narrowed my eyes. “As true as that might be, I doubt the officer making the arrest will agree.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be out in the morning. Right, Dupree?” Micah lifted his sparkling light blue gaze to his friend and winked.


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