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“Nothin’.” Standing up straight, he exhaled deeply and rubbed his palm down his face. “Edge and Kase are both gonna stick close. I wish I could go, but I’m the only one that can finish this bike.”

I crossed my arms. “What more is there, Jake?”

“Nothin’.”

“I’m cool with them coming, but you could’ve just asked me instead of being Mr. Bossy Pants about it. Now what else is there?”

Jake walked around his desk as he spoke. “I got a couple emails at work. Nothin’ like what you were gettin’ but with the flowers showing up so often, it’s suspicious.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you.”

“I can handle it. I’m strong, but I’d be a lot stronger if I had all the facts. You need to talk to me, okay?”

“Yeah.” Jake leaned on the edge of his desk and spread his legs. “Now, bring that sexy ass over here.”

When I stopped in front of him, one of his hands went to my ass and pulled me close. “I have to get finished up. And you have a bike to work on,” I reminded him.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Placing my hands on his hard chest, I went up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

Jake’s fingers curved around the back of my head as he took over the kiss.

Neither of us got back to work for a while.

*******

“Time to go, Piper,” Jake yelled over the music.

“See what I mean?” I grinned at Ray and Harlow, then giggled as I gestured with my thumb over my shoulder. “He’s crazy hot. But he’s also crazy bossy. He’s Mr. Bossy Pants. Sometimes it’s hot. Other times? Yeah, not so much.”

When, drunken Piper, is it not hot?

Yeah, good point, girly bits.

Ray burst into a fit of drunken giggles that she was barely able to talk through. “If you don’t like full-time bossy, it’s a good thing you didn’t hook up with Rhys.”

I tilted my head. “Why? Is Rhys a Mr. Bossy Pants, too?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake said, shooting Ray a glare.

Since Ray was looking at me and not Jake, though, it was a warning she missed. “He’s beyond a Mister. Rhys is asiralways, but especially in bed.”

We’d been at Voodoo for a few hours. In that time, I’d had a lot to drink.Copiousamounts. I was toeing the fine line between fun wasted and thinking I could sing karaoke.

Hmm. But if the song was right, I’m sure I could totally rock it.

Since I was drunk, Ray’s comments were lost on me. Unfortunately, my filter had taken a trip out the window to make room for my fourth shot.

“Like, he fucks fancy with his pinkies out? Or with a top hat on?” My brows lowered as I shook my head. “I don’t think that’d work well. Wouldn’t it keep falling off? I mean, I guess he could hold it on. But then how would he move much? I don’t think I’d like it if Jake wore a top hat in bed. I couldn’t run my fingers through his hair. Hair, by the way, that’s so soft itmustbe made of angel wing feathers.”

Jake’s loud laughter interrupted my drunken babbling. Edge and Kase were laughing even harder.

I made wide eyes at Harlow before whispering loudly, “I think I just put my foot in my mouth.”

“I don’t think so. You brought up some good points,” she whispered back, equally as loud. “Is his hair really that soft?”