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“Right. That didn’t look like a casual kiss. You know what else didn’t look casual? The grin on your face when you stumbled out of his room the other night.”

Fuck.

I thought we were being so careful to sneak around but clearly, we need to be more diligent.

“Look, the truth is, I don’t care what you do with Streak. You’re a grown woman and from what I can see, the boy is fucking smitten but just know,” she says, pointing down the bar to my brother, “he, however, is going to flip his fucking lid if he finds out about this. Especially if he thinks Streak is screwing you around.”

Turning, I meet her gaze. “It really is just casual, Tate. We both needed a distraction from…”

“Yeah. That’s how it always starts, girl, and the next thing you know…” Her voice trails off as she points to her wedding ring and her little baby bump. I shake my head.

“We’re just having fun.”

Sighing, she nods and takes a sip of her water. “If you say so. What do you think he thinks we’re talking about right now?”

“Huh?” I ask and she points down the bar to Lincoln, who is staring at us with a scowl. I imagine everything he just saw and laugh.

“He probably thinks you’re trashing him.”

“You’re probably right. Don’t tell him this but I’m fucking crazy about that man. I know you don’t know me all that well yet, Rowan, and I’m sure you’ve heard some crazy ass shit about me from the other guys but I really want you to know how much I love your brother. That man has saved me more times than I can…” Her voice breaks as her words trail off and she sniffles, dabbing at her eyes. “Fuck. These dumb ass pregnancy hormones. I don’t cry, okay?”

Nodding, I laugh. “I got that.”

“But I do mean everything I just said. Lincoln and these babies mean fucking everything to me and you’re a part of that. You’ve been through so much lately and lost so much but you still have family and people that love you.”

“Jesus,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes as her words smack me right in the chest. “What in the hell are you trying to do to me? Look at us, crying in a damn club when we’re supposed to be celebrating.”

She shakes her head. “For fuck sake. Let’s go dance before I have to murder all these guys for seeing that I possess the ability to cry.”

“Let’s do it.” I nod as I throw back the rest of my drink, twisting my face as it burns down my throat. We stand up and Lincoln is by our side in an instant, looking intense as he scans the crowd. I nudge him with my elbow and roll my eyes when he turns his glare on me. “Simmer down, big brother. Tonight is supposed to be fun.”

“Maybe for you but for the guys, it’s fucking stressful. Where are y’all planning on going now?”

Tate points to the dance floor where the rest of our group is, some of them out on the floor dancing and others sitting at the tables on the edge of the crowd, and he releases a sigh.

“Thank God.”

As we weave our way through the crowd, Lincoln wraps his arm around Tate’s shoulder, pulling her close and she grabs my hand, making sure I don’t get lost which I find amusing. As much as she gives my brother a hard time about his overbearing nature and protectiveness, she is almost as bad. Almost. “Body Party” by Ciara starts playing as we reach the edge of the dance floor and Tate squeezes my hand before leaning in closer.

“Go dance with your boy,” she whispers before motioning to Lincoln. “I’ll distract the bear.”

I grin. “Best sister-in-law ever.”

She releases my hand with a laugh and shoves me toward the dance floor as Lincoln guides her toward the tables. When he realizes that I’m gone, he spins around but I shimmy closer to our group and give him a little wave to let him know I’m okay. Tate whispers something in his ear and he sighs before nodding and leaving me to dance. Once the coast is clear, I search the room for Travis, excited to dance with him, out in public, and turned on from our little game earlier. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I remember the way I skimmed my hand over his cock and the sound he made when I pressed my lips against his throat as I trail my fingers down toward my cleavage.

“Looking for something?”

A grin stretches across my face at the whispered question and my eyes close as I lean back into Travis’s body, his scent surrounding me as a shiver works its way up my spine. His hands grip my hips as he presses a quick kiss against my neck before dragging his nose up to my ear.

“Dance with me?” I ask and he shakes his head. He navigates us to the corner of the dance floor, away from our group as he kisses my neck again. I spin in his arms. Looking up, he scans the crowd for a second before glancing back down at me with a grin.

“You gonna show me some of those tricks you talked about?”

I shake my head. “Baby, those moves are best reserved for somewhere more… private.”

“Great idea,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me farther away from the dance floor as I shake my head, laughing.

“No. Come dance with me.”