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“You think?”
He better. Otherwise, we’re all going to have both Tanner and Gabe riding our asses.
“We should have brought him with us tonight,” Taylor says before tipping the bottle to his lips.
A grin stretches my lips.
“I tried. Tanner wouldn’t allow it. He acts like I’m a bad influence or something.”
“Because you are a bad influence.”
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I like to think I’m full of good ideas.
I call it genius.
It’s not my fault Tanner has a different definition.
A few minutes later, Mason comes up on my other side, his eyes scanning the dance floor like mine. All three of us have something to celebrate tonight, and it has nothing to do with Brinley Thornton.
Unfortunately, we already had plans to be here, so this is where the party is following William’s funeral.
I wasn’t sad to see that man lowered into the ground. If you ask me, it should have happened over fifteen years ago. I still only know small parts of what was done to Ezra and Damon, but it’s enough for me to feel no guilt for William’s death.
Not even a little bit.
Regardless of how nasty a death it was.
The next few weeks should be interesting, though. Especially after what Emily was able to find and what she was able to leave behind at William’s.
I know how much Mason and Emily hated working together when it came to William, but I was proud of them for learning to get along. At least when it came to helping the twins.
Not that their efforts were solely to take William down. They both got something out of it, too.
Now it’s just a matter of time before those efforts pay off.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and as I pull it out, both Mason and Taylor get the same text, all three of us glancing at each other after reading the message.
“Fuck,” Mason breathes out, “I bet Jase is tearing down walls at this point.”
“Should we leave?” Taylor asks. “I can run whatever information Ezra found on Everly and see what comes up.”
“He can wait,” I say, unable to give a damn about Jase’s problems right now. Not when there’s a short brunette with all the right curves and the talent to move them in a way that draws my attention.
Smacking Mason’s shoulder, I lean over and shout to be heard over the boom of bass.
“I’m going out there for a little while. Watch the door.”
He glances at me and grins. “Go get her.”
That’s the plan.
Finishing the rest of my beer, I leave the empty bottle on the table and work my way out onto the dance floor, my body moving with the music, my eyes set on a girl who has no idea what kind of predator she’s attracting.
She sees me, though, a sultry smile stretching full lips, her light eyes hooded as her hips roll over her legs, her heart shaped ass a lure that’s pulling me her direction when she turns and glances at me again from over her shoulder.