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“You aren’t putting me in a home.”

Mercy plants her hands on her hips. “The doctor says you need round the clock care.”

“The doctor says. The doctor says,” Mercury grumbles.

“I can’t care for you twenty-four-seven.”

“Why not? It’s not as if you have a boyfriend.”

Mercy’s nostrils flare as she glares at Mercury. “I’m not getting a boyfriend just so you’ll agree to live in a nursing home.”

Hold on? Is this my opportunity? Does she need a boyfriend? I don’t do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing but I can fake it. I do enjoy any chance to pull one over on my bandmates.

“Hey, Mercy,” I holler.

She glances my way and those dark brown eyes I want to watch light up with passion fill with confusion.

“Do I know you?”

“We met at the bar.”

She frowns and my gaze snags on those dark red lips. Those full lips will look sexy as fuck stretched around my cock. My pants tighten in response to the vision.

“I don’t remember you.”

I chuckle. She must be joking.

“I’m serious.”

“You were arguing with Mercury then, too.”

She sighs. “You aren’t exactly narrowing things down.”

“He wanted a drink. You were barring him from entry to the bar.”

“Sounds familiar,” she mutters. “This guy doesn’t listen.”

She glances toward Mercury but he’s gone.

“Did you let him sneak off?”

I motion to where he’s sitting next to Clove. “He’s there.”

Her shoulders fall in relief. “Who knew my uncle would be such a pain in my ass?”

“Old Man Mercury is your uncle?”

“So I’m told.”

“Since your uncle’s safe, why don’t you and I watch the parade together?” I waggle my eyebrows to make it clear I’m not referring to watching the actual parade.

“I don’t even know you. Why would I go anywhere with you?”

“I’m Gibson Lewis, remember? I told you who I was when we met. Didn’t you google me?”

She rears back. “Google you? Why the hell would I google you?”

“To figure out who I am.”

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