“I mean it.”
“The first man to give you an orgasm, who you already admitted is hotter than hell in bed and out, and you haven’t revisited that perfection.”
“Exactly. I’ve made it perfectly clear that what happened was a one-time thing and will never happen again.”
“Mmmmhmmm. Pardon me while I call bullshit.”
“Think what you want, but it’s true.”
“Fine, then I won’t mention how, for the last half hour I’ve been here, he’s glanced over at you at least ten times.”
“Maybe he’s looking at you.” I love Evie to death, but when she gets an idea, it’s dog with a bone time.
“Nope. When I went back to bathroom before, I watched him watching you.”
“You’re imagining things.” I flick my hand toward the back stairs. “The upstairs is starting to take shape too. Deuce fixed the leak in my bathroom and has his room and the other rooms rewired.”
“Whoa, whoa, his room?”
“He’s been staying here since the thing with Viper. He doesn’t trust him either, and he doesn’t want any sneak visits, so at night, the Kings take turns keeping an eye on the outside of the building.”
“And what exactly is Deuce keeping an eye on all night long?”
“After the days they put in working, I’m sure he’s asleep by nine.”
“Alone?”
“Anybody ever tell you you’re very annoying?”
“Yes, you, all the time, but luckily I don’t listen.”
“There is nothing, and there will be nothing going on between me and Deuce.” My gaze travels to him still behind the bar.
“If you say so, just seems like an awful waste to have a man who looks like that only a few feet away and not enjoy it.” Evie nods in Deuce’s direction. “When does he take his shirt off?”
The question threw me for a minute. “He hasn’t.”
Over the last two weeks, I’d seen almost all the Kings without their shirts. Being only a few blocks from the beach, some of them would cool off in the ocean, then come back to work, but never Deuce.
“How about when you had crazy bar sex?”
I furrow my brow. “He didn’t take his t-shirt off, and even the night he got beat up, he kept it on.”
“Maybe he’s shy,” Evie teases.
“Hardly.” He certainly couldn’t be self-conscious about his body. His lean, taut muscles outlined every move he made.
“I’m sure you’ll see him naked all in good time.”
I nudge her shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“Geez, touchy.” Evie envelops me in a hug. The smell of her signature scent calms me in some way. Like at least that hasn’t changed. “I gotta go anyway, but keep me up-to-date on the latest here.”
I walk her to the door and turn to Fist and Speed’s eager grins.
“So, who was the blond bitch?” Fist blurts out.
“Evie is my very best friend, so please don’t refer to her as a bitch.”
