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“I don’t. But I care about her. She’s cool as hell and you’d be a fool not to go for it,” he answers walking back to the fire. I bend down and pick up another stone, bringing my arm back, I let it fly.
Plunk, plunk, plunk.
It skips three times before falling to the bottom. Just like my heart did when he told me she thinks I’m fine.
“I’d be a fool to go for it,” I shake my head.
“Should we change your nickname from Meat to Silver Fox?”
“Shut up Smith.” I reach out and grab his shoulder, shoving him towards the embankment. I caught him off-guard and he stumbles, catching himself just before his ass was about to plant in the freezing cold water.
“Ass-wipe,” he mutters climbing up.
I shrug, sip my beer, feeling my lips curl into a smile.
“I don’t believe it. Half your wrinkles are from frowning all the time, not age. Damn, Meat, she might be good for you.”
“Nah, she’s jailbait.”
“What? She’s thirty.”
“True. But she’s jailbait. It’s not her age that would get me thrown in the slammer… it’s what I’d do. How far I’d go to keep her safe if she were mine. If she were mine…,” I gulp, just thinking about it makes me burn. “… I’d skin a man alive for puttin’ one finger on her. I’d chop his nuts off for runnin’ his mouth. She makes me feel shit, I haven’t felt in years, if I ever did at all.”
“Hell, first Duke and now you?” He shakes his head, “Christ. I hope I’m not next.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks past me, “We’re ridin’ in twenty. Get your shit together.”
I grunt, take out my phone and find Devon in my contacts. Grinning like an idiot, I change her name to Jailbait.