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I watched Kase walk back and forth as he talked. “Yeah, bud, look, I got a favor to ask. I know, I know. I got a friend that’s a big fan of Harington. Thing is, she’s only twenty. Ha, I wish. She’ll class your fuckin’ dump up. She’s at the shop. Get this. Getting a boss ass sound system put in a minivan. Nah, not a MILF. She bakes cakes and shit and uses the van to deliver. She brought some today and, I’m not kidding, I’d give up eating pussy for a week to have those cookies every day. Chocolate chip, pure crack. Yeah? I’m sure I can work that. Thanks man.”

I was bouncing with excitement by the time he ended the call.

“You’re in. Three things, though.” He held up a finger. “First, if you drink, don’t get stupid shitty.”

“Why would you be getting shitty?” Eli asked, startling me as he came into the garage.

I looked to see the rest of the men coming through the door

“She’s coming with us tonight,” Kase answered for me.

Eli and Xavier both looked happy. Key half smiled, which I counted as a grin from anyone else. Jake looked unreadable, and, at best, disinterested. I didn’t care. He was an ass that wasn’t interested in me. So what if my panties got wet every time his rough voice got bossy with me. It was probably a coincidence.

Seriously, the way you lie to yourself is deserving of an Oscar. It’s such a stellar performance.

“Okay as I was saying, don’t get stupid shitty drunk.” He held up another finger. “Second, Rhys says he wants some of your crack cookies tonight. That possible if I’m picking you up at eight?” At my nod, he lifted another finger. “Last, wear something sexy. Once again, direct quote from Rhys, though I ain’t arguing.”

“Fuckin’ A, Kase,” Jake cursed, tossing a stack of files onto a work bench. “I gotta tell youandRhys to keep it in your pants?”

Kase lowered two of his fingers, leaving only the middle one up and pointed in Jake’s direction.

As much as I wanted to see Harington, I didn’t want to cause a bunch of drama. “I have a lot of work—”

I almost finished a full thought before Jake broke in. “You’re goin’. I’ll pick you up since Kase has got a full car already.”

Kase shook his head. “Eff that. Key can walk his scrawny ass.”

“Damn, why I gotta be the one to walk?” Key said in protest.

“Jesus,” Z said, cutting everyone off. He turned to me. “The car with the scratch, drive it tonight. Yeah?”

I nodded.

“Good. I’m all about the wires. Jake’s the best with dent skills. Let him see that shit, see what he can work.”

Again, I nodded, though this time more hesitantly.

“Good. See ya tonight, Doll Face.” With a wink to me, he grabbed the files from the workbench and walked out the door that lead to the hallway.

“Phone,” Jake ordered. Shocking.

I didn’t get what he was saying. Double shocking. “What?”

“Let me see your cell.”

Pulling it from my bag, I handed it over to Jake who had it for a minute before passing it to Kase. When I got it back, I had five new numbers, from five hot guys.

“Text one of us when you get there. Let us know where you park, and wait for us. You got a dent?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, text me then. I’ll check it out. Yeah?”

I nodded, because, really, what other option did he give me?

“See you tonight, Piper Skye.”

Full name?