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The giant inclines his head, bumping fists with him. "You too, Memphis. I told her not to come harassing you. She wouldn't listen."
"Does she ever?" Memphis grins.
"I do what I want, Cash Jamison." The woman hops up onto a barstool, scowling at both of them. "Besides, he skipped practice today. Someone needs to harass him, and Ronan isn't going to let Winter within a thousand feet of this place."
"I shouldn't let you that close either," Cash rumbles, glancing around as if he isn't so sure he should be here. Not that I can blame him. Memphis runs a tight ship, but the bar has a decidedly rough edge to it.
Even before the fight, it felt like the kind of place no one respectable should visit after dark. And these two have respectable written all over them. Unless I miss my guess, they come from money—and a lot it.
If Memphis is offended by Cash's comment, he doesn't show it. He just laughs, glancing at the woman again. "What are you drinking tonight, Riley?"
"Whatever you're paying for," she says pertly, smirking at him. "You skipped practice today. You owe me. Alcohol. Tears. Pain. Any of the three will suffice." She bats her lashes at him, a savage look on her face that makes me laugh.
I don't know who she is, but I like her. I don't think she lets him get away with much.
"Jesus Christ, Memphis," the man in the suit says. "You didn't tell me you skipped practice."
"Oh, so he left that part out, huh?" Riley smirks.
"Fuck off, Dalton. I had shit to do." Memphis narrows his eyes on the man. "And I didn't hear you bitching when I was helping you handle your shit this afternoon, now did I?"
"What shit?" Riley asks.
Dalton, the businessman, scrubs a hand down his face. "Don't fucking ask," he growls.
"Oh, definitely ask." Memphis's eyes light up. "I had to bail his sorry ass out of jail today."
The entire group turns to gape at Dalton.
"I'm not fucking talking about her," he growls, plunking his beer down on the table.
"Her?" Riley whispers.
Dalton growls again but won't say anything further. Riley huffs at him and gives up, turning to the Viking. "Why are you here, Priest? Please don't tell me you were in jail for stalking your girl. I can only handle so much bad news at once."
"I don't fucking stalk her," Priest growls. "I just keep an eye on her since she won't let me close."
Memphis's friends lead interesting lives. I have no idea what they're talking about, but I inch closer anyway, eating up every word. Is it like this for every rich and famous person?
"She still isn't talking to you?"
Priest shakes his head, his expression dejected. "Do you blame her? As far as she's concerned, I ran off and left her behind."
"You need to tell her what really happened," Riley says, patting him on the shoulder.
"I tried," he growls. "She told me to kick rocks."
"And you listened?" Riley rolls her eyes. "If you give up that easily, you don't deserve her."
"No, I didn't fucking listen. I'm just giving her time to cool down."
"Good boy." She pats Priest on the head, beaming at him.
"Hey." I grab Jessup's arm as he tries to slide around me. "Who is she?" I nod at Riley.
He glances at Memphis, the woman, and Cash, and then grins. "Riley Jamison."
"I already know her name. Who is she?"
