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“Is someone giving my girl grief?” demanded another person, laden with warning.
And I wondered when God had decided he loved me as I saw Dylan and Senator Antony Parker-Jones. Patrick’s and Mom’s eyes widened as they took in the famous and good-looking senator and the stunning example of a man that Dylan was.
“Hey,” Antony said, doing that one-armed guy hug with Ezra.
Antony winked as Ezra pulled me from his grip to kiss me on the cheek.
“Hey, beautiful, your asshole still keeping you tight to his side?”
Ezra grunted and dragged me back to his chest, re-wrapping his arms around me.
“You’re going to let me hug the gorgeous Dana one day,” Antony told Ezra. “Anyways, I came to ask if Dana’s working Monday. There’s a minor issue she can help with.”
Antony smiled gently. Of course, Antony knew I was only a receptionist, just an office girl. He was being so nice, playing along, making out I was more important than I was.
“Heard Phoe bitching over there.” Dylan tilted his head, and I realised she’d finagled this. “Those fucking shoes. Dude, they were Dana’s bonus.”
Dylan glared at Ezra before turning to Antony. “You need to schedule an appointment with Dana? Check her calendar. I’ll get the receptionist to do it.” Dylan winked, and I laughed at the sheer audacity.
Dylan knew what I’d suffered, and I guessed he would go balls to the wall to protect me from any further harm. Seriously, Dylan, as a boss, was amazing.
“Dana wants two pairs of Blahniks. They’re just under a thousand each. That means you’ve spent the same in two pairs as if you bought the others,” Summer said, popping up and giving Dylan a smile.
As always, Irish was Summer’s silent shadow, and judging by the glower Irish was handing my family, I was glad I wasn’t them. Irish, Summer, and Slick had a weird relationship, but it worked. Summer glowed, whereas Irish was her usual dour self. Still, I felt close to Irish as I’d risked everything to save her. Irish was grateful and was showing her support now.
Dylan shook his head.
Slick appeared from nowhere and dragged his women into his arms. Irish immediately shrugged free and sent Slick a mock glare.
Slick grinned and wrapped Summer in his embrace as Summer snuggled against his chest.
“Hey, hero,” Slick announced with a hand outreached, touching my cheek.
“Not so,” I muttered.
“Did you save Irish’s life? That makes you a hero,” Slick argued.
“Hey, lady, we agreed one pair a month?” Ezra interrupted, dipping his head to recapture my attention from Slick.
I smiled slightly, and Ezra’s eyes zoned in on my mouth.
“So fuckin’ cute. Dana can have them,” Ezra said to Dylan, “but you stop at shoes, no other shit. I buy that, and definitely no more fucking Tiffany bracelets!”
Shania’s gaze narrowed even further and dropped to my wrist, where I wore a tennis diamond bracelet indeed made by Tiffany and one Dylan had bought me as a bonus.
“Got that fundraising at my house later this month. Am I going to see all of Rage and Hawthorne’s there?” Antony asked. “Perhaps dance with Dana this time?”
Ezra snarled in warning, and Antony chuckled.
It was true I had accompanied Dylan as his plus one once, but I didn’t like dancing in public.
Mom gasped in disbelief.
“Of course, man,” Ezra said. They did that guy clasp thing, and Antony snagged me for another hug and laughed again as Ezra dragged me back.
Antony walked off with a couple of Rage brothers.
Patrick’s gaze followed him, and it returned to me with contemplation. Something in Patrick’s eyes made me shudder.
