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I lift my head and see that the bar is only minutes away from closing.

Screw it.

I rush to the bathroom and yank my shirt over my head, replacing it with the tank. I shimmy my hips from my shorts and fight against the tightness of the skirt. Yikes, I think I need a bigger size. Throwing my clothes into the locker, I slam the door and head back to the floor.

“Holy shit.” I spin around and see Croy grabbing empty glasses from a few different tables. “What’s up with that?” He nods at my appearance.

I shrug and play innocent. “I don’t know, I thought I’d give it a try.”

“With twenty minutes left until closing?”

I narrow my eyes and spin on my heel, making my way up to the bar. Croy closely follows whistling under his breath. “I’m not complaining, T. Not one bit. It’s about time you take a walk on the wild side.”

“Rhea leave already?”

“Yeah.” He sets the glasses on the bar and looks at me. There’s something unfamiliar in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like what I’m seeing. Hey, I have an idea–”

It’s like my body senses it because I lift my head and Hawk is standing off to the side of the bar, watching. I leave the bar and rush towards him. As soon as I feel his arms wrap about my waist, I feel like I can finally breathe.

“Hey, baby.” He chuckles.

“I didn’t know how much I missed you until right now.”

“We’re closed.” Croy’s deep voice kills the moment.

“As you can see, I’m not here for a drink.” Hawk puts me down and takes a look at my outfit. “I really hope you’re wearing that for me.” He leans in. “Not sure I like the idea of people seeing what’s mine.” He taps his finger on my nose.

“Tessa, you really need to finish out your duties. I have shit to do, and I’m not staying here all night.”

I roll my eyes because I know he’s right. “Let me bring you a glass of water while you wait. You are waiting for me, right?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m waiting for you.”

Hawk

“Listen.”

Croy’s voice draws my eyes away from my phone.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing.” He looks over this shoulder and watches Tessa crawl up on the chair and reach for the high-end bottles on the first shelf. It’s faint, but I can hear him moan. He turns back around and looks at me. “You can’t be coming and going from Tessa’s life.”

I knew this fucker’s play from the moment I laid eyes on him. Friend my ass. He may be larger than I am, but you know the saying. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s been months since she’s needed me to grab Sam, and when she does finally ask, it’s because she said you went back home. Now, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but Tessa doesn’t need that shit. Neither does Sam.”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck my woman needs.”

He laughs, looking over his shoulder to where Tessa is cleaning the liquor bottles then back to me. “Your woman? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’re shit, man. Some fucked up biker boy. There’s no way that she’s your woman. She’s got too much class, for the likes of you.” He moves to push his finger into my chest, but I grab it and squeeze before he gets a chance to.

“What’s going on?”

I let go of his hand, flinging it away. When Tessa sees the interaction, her brows knit together, and her lips purse. Her chestnut tresses hang down her back in soft curls. I can’t help myself, so I grab her by the wrist and pull her to me. I drop a kiss on the side of her head. “Croy’s just watching out.”