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“So? What do you say about that drink?” I flirted, eyes locked with his when he snorted.

“That you don’t stand a chance, so move on.” He whooshed me away with his hand. “Go back to play with the rest of the kids.”

My lips curled into a cocky grin.

“I’d rather play with you.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“You really don’t know how to quit, do you?”

I placed my hand flat on the bar, allowing myself to get a bit closer.

“Not when the prize is as hot as you.”

“See? That’s your mistake.” Grabbing his glass, he brought it to his lips. “Going straight for the gold when you’ve not even qualified for the race.”

Distracted by his lips, I shrugged. “Sorry, what was that?”

He put down his glass and got up. “I’m saying we’re in a completely different league. I count golds, while you…” He gave me a once-over. “Not even a rookie.”

“What makes you say that?” I scowled. Suddenly, being rejected wasn’t such a turn-on.

“For starters, I’m not into kids.”

“I’m twenty-one.”

“I don’t care,” he said, not meeting my eyes as he took out his wallet.

“But you just said⁠—”

Pulling out a hundred-dollar bill, he placed it under his empty glass.

He was ready to move on, but then he stopped. “Let me give you a little advice for the next time you try hitting on someone… make sure you can afford them first.”

And while I hated to admit it, he was damn right, but hold on just a second. The guy tossed a Benjamin over a ten-dollar cocktail without batting an eye, and given his clothes, he was clearly loaded. What if instead of a one-night stand, he could be our target? All I needed was to get him out of here⁠—

“Shay-Lee,” someone called, a second before a tall man came to stand beside the blond. So I guess he’s not alone.

One look at this new guy made it clear that my plan to rob his boyfriend was as good as gone, since he was clearly not the type to mess with. It wasn’t his tattoos or his larger stature that made me want to stay away, but how he looked at me, as if it were my last moment alive. Boxing since I learned how to walk, I wasn’t scared of a fight, but then again, this guy looked even crazier than I did.

“Who’s that?” he asked, dark eyes studying me from head to toe.

“Just some lost kid.”

Again with the kid?

“Are you done with your meeting?” the blond added, placing his left hand on the taller one’s chest.

I then noticed the wedding ring.

Fuck.

“Yeah, I am. Let’s kick it.” He wrapped one thick arm around his—I guess—husband. “This place stinks.”

“I told you Miami sucks. It’s nothing like LA.”

LA? That explained the stick up his ass.