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She pulls down the brim of the Jags hat. “What I meant was, I didn’t know he was my neighbor until the next day.”
“Make way. The Roman Hart Fan Club is in the house!” Hudson’s voice booms over the whole damn crowd.
“You’d better go greet your fan club.” CeCe narrows her eyes at me. It’s cute.
Chuckling, I nod toward them. “I suppose I should. You wanna come or …?”
“What?” she huffs.
I take a drink to hide my smile and walk away.
I duck under Hudson’s arm and grab up Mom, spinning her in a circle.
Laughing, she wraps her arms around my shoulders. “You were phenomenal!”
“That’s all you, Mom. You gave life to nothing less than awesome.” I set her on her feet and turn to Jillian.
“I mean, you did all right.” She rolls her eyes then dives in for a hug.
“What have we here?” AJ asks as he stands beside me.
Hudson throws his arm around him and smiles tightly. “What we have is the mother and sister of two protective, give-no-fucks men, especially when it comes to them. Jail? Sure, I’ll do time. Stitches? Line ’em up. Take on the whole bar? Been there, done?—”
“My bad, man. Sorry, but Mom Hart is stunning. Better keep her away from Rudy G.”
Hudson looks at me, as if to ask, Who the fuck is this joker?
AJ smiles at Jillian, who rolls her eyes.
“I grew up with two guys like you.” She shakes her head. “Not my type.”
All right, time to make nice.
“AJ played with me in the minors. He’s playing center for the Jags now.”
“What he means is we’re friends. In fact, he’s my landlord, starting tomorrow.” He holds out a hand to Hudson. “Anyone disrespects the Hart ladies, I’ll throw down with you.”
“Good call, man, good call.”
“What can I get you three to drink?” I ask, grabbing Jillian’s hand as Hudson grabs Mom’s, and we all head toward the bar.
The blond man behind the bar walks over. “What can I get for you?”
“Four shots of whiskey, please.”
“Five, man,” AJ says, sidling up beside me.
“Sorry, man, didn’t see you there.” I look back at the bartender. “Could I get five, please?”
“Not a problem,” he says as Fawna comes over and hip-checks him.
“Heavy pour for the VIPs, Daddy.”
Daddy? What the fuck?
Apparently, my thoughts are written all over my face because the man arches a brow.
“Her actual father, kid.”
