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That didn’t exactly sit well with me. But it had been a long,frustratingday, and I wasn’t sure I trusted myself to spend any more time with her. Besides, it wasn’t like I could force her to wait for me or carry her over my shoulder to my truck, as much as that sounded enticing.

I let out a long breath. “Can you find some way to let me know you got home safely?”

“Morgan has a phone she snuck in. I can probably text you from her number.”

I grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down my number. “Figure out a way to let me know you got home.”

“Or else what?” she challenged.

“Or else I’m climbing up your ladder and seeing for myself.”

“I kind of like that idea.”

I glared. “No, you don’t.”

“You’re sure of that, huh?”

“You need tonotlike that idea. You get my drift, February?”

“You’re sending me mixed signals, Brock. Earlier you were admitting to being jealous at the thought of me and another man, and now you’re warning me not to like the idea of you climbing into my room. You’re a cock tease.”

“I didn’t realize you had a cock.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you know what I mean…”

“I’m a tease? You fucking sent me a photo of your tits.”

“What did you think, by the way? You never said.”

I felt my face heat.

“That good, huh?” she asked.

I remained silent for a while, refusing to chime in.

She finally gave up on an answer and started to strut away.

“Hey, Feb,” I called.

She turned. “What?”

“You have my number. Be sure to send photos to the right place from now on.”

“You wish,” she said before disappearing out the door.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

CHAPTER 5

Brock

I looked down the block before flipping the OPEN sign in the window to CLOSED and grumbled to myself. “Good. Maybe she’ll never come back.”

Though that thought made my chest grow tight. It had been five days since I’d seen or heard from February. The last message I’d received was from an unknown number the night she’d returned my little brother’s phone. It readI’m back, and apparently that was that. Though it hadn’t stopped me from watching the damn bar door every night I’d worked.

“Hey!” my brother Elvin yelled. “Grab me a shot of Casamigos, will ya?”