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“What a cute little place,” Isabella says. “I love it.”

Lola walks to the window overlooking Main Avenue. “You’ve got a great view. Do you have access to the rooftop?”

“Yeah, from the fire escape.”

“It would be a great place to watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July, wouldn’t it?” she asks. “Ever been up there?”

“Just once. There’s really nothing up there.”

She lifts a brow, plotting. “Maybe you need some patio furniture.”

“Maybe Rock needs to make sure the roof will hold the weight of a bunch of people before you start planning a party, Lola,” Eveyln says.

Lola sticks her tongue out. “Don’t spoil my plans.”

We return to the bar and find the guys sitting at it having a beer.

We end up shooting a round of darts, and then Memphis herds the girls out the door.

“Well, ladies, this has been fun, but I’ve got to get back to the clubhouse.”

I walk them out, and the girls make me promise we’ll do this again. Waving them off, I turn to find Keno grinning at me.

“You look happy.”

“I am. I really like them.”

“Good. It’s great to see you fitting right in.”

“Are you staying?”

He tugs my body against his. “Thought I might. You gonna invite me upstairs?”

“Maybe.”

“Hmm. I guess I need to change that maybe to a yes.” And his mouth comes down on mine.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Maggie—

The smell of rich coffee brewing and bacon sizzling in a pan have me cracking an eye open and groaning. The sun peeps through the lace curtains of my bedroom.

I throw on a short robe with not a stitch on underneath and follow the scent to my tiny kitchen to find Keno standing at the stove, tending a fry pan. His eyes hit me and skate down my body to my bare legs and feet. “Morning beautiful. Hungry?”

“Starved.”

“There’s coffee. The bacon is gonna take a few more minutes.”

I pour myself a cup and move to the little table.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a man make me breakfast,” I say, watching him.

His head swivels to mine, and there’s a sly grin on his face. “The morning after the hurricane doesn’t count?”

“That’s right. You made us peanut butter sandwiches.”

“It’s all I could manage with the power out.”