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Lee nodded thoughtfully then looked over my shoulder.

“Did he hurt you?”

My mouth fell open in surprise. I shook my head. “It’s not like that. He’d never do that. Never,” I repeated because it seemed as if Lee might go and beat the shit out of Kennedy for doing me wrong. “You’re a good guy.”

He winced. “Thanks, but that’s the last thing a man hopes to hear from a pretty woman. You want to be with him?”

I shake my head. “No. He’s not into me. He’s… a player.”

His spine went rigid, and I set my hand on his forearm.

“Not in a bad way. It’s not like I didn’t know the score. It was after a mission, and… well, you don’t want those details.”

He shook his head.

“Kennedy doesn’t do relationships. I’ve known him a long time. Like I said, he’s a player.”

“Then why’s he here?”

“To piss me off,” I replied quickly.

“Then let’s piss him off.”

I narrowed my gaze. “How and why?”

“How? That’s easy. Why? To see if he’s into you in return.”

“Huh?”

Lee lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “Play along.”

His breath fanned my neck, and I shivered. God, he was big. Tall. Manly. Smelled good. And nice. He wassonice.

I felt his fingers at the top of my back and slid down my spine while he seemed to be sniffing my neck and hair. He stood close. “If he’s into you, then he’ll be over here in about twenty–”

“Maybe you two should get a room.”

“--seconds,” Lee finished. I felt his smile against my neck before he lifted his head. His fingers at my waist clenched.

“Kennedy,” Lee said.

“Landers,” Kennedy replied.

Slowly, I turned and faced him. The arm Lee had behind me remained in place, and now his hand rested on my belly. Kennedy’s gaze was on it, and the thumb that slid up to just beneath my breasts.

Kennedy held a full beer in one hand and a pool cue in the other.

“You’re interrupting my date,” I said.

“Your makeout session.” Kennedy’s normally laid-back manner was replaced by something darker. He wasn’t happy.

“Want another beer?” Lee asked me, stepping back and giving me a wink that Kennedy couldn’t see.

“Sure.”

He headed to the bar, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed.

Kennedy took a step closer. “You want to fuck, Flyer? I’m right here.” He held out his arms.


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