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“Three? I thought it was just Dina and Sammy.”
“And Laney.”
My eyes narrow. “That was Rodriguez’s case.”
“That he called us in on,” Fuzz exclaims. “Plus, one could argue that Rodriguez is so connected with the work that we do that anyone who had a grudge or vendetta against either of us would likely come after either one of us… or both.”
“Look, I…”
“Three this year, Moose,” he cuts in, shaking his head. I nod.
“Yeah, it’s been a bad year but…”
“No, it’s more than that.”
“Fuzz,” I sigh, tossing his paper back on the table. “I know you’ve been struggling with Sammy’s death. We all have but it’s just a coincidence.”
He shakes his head, turning back to the files. “No, there’s a connection here. I just know it.”
Sighing, I watch him as he scans the paper in front of him, his brows knitted together in concentration. We’re all struggling with the people we’ve lost this year and I know each of us deals in our own way but Fuzz’s obsession with finding a hidden plot against the club is dangerous, a cancer that will spread and drive all of us to hysteria if we buy into it.
The door to the clubhouse opens and I glance over my shoulder as sunlight streams into the room and Tawny walks in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, turning away and shaking my head. What are the chances that I pretend like I didn’t see her? Not that it will matter for long.
“Sawyer,” she purrs, walking up behind me. “Just the man I was looking for.”
“What do you need, Tawny?”
She places her hands on my shoulders as she stops behind me. “Can we talk somewhere more private?”
“Nope,” I answer, rolling my shoulders to try and get her hands off me. “We can talk here.”
“Aw, come on, baby,” she whispers, leaning down so far that her mouth brushes the shell of my ear. I shudder in revulsion. How the fuck did I ever find this woman attractive? “Let’s go upstairs. I think we’ll need a little privacy.”
My restraint snaps and I stand up before turning to face her. “What the fuck makes you think I want to go upstairs with you?”
“Sawyer,” she whispers, blushing as the guys all start looking in our direction. Funny how she finally uses my real name now that she wants something from me. “I know you got all my messages and I’m sorry for the way things went down but let’s go upstairs and fix this.”
“I don’t want to fix this, Tawny. I broke up with you, remember?”
She places her hand on my chest and I glance down at it. “Well, maybe I can change your mind.”
“No.” I laugh, lifting my bottle of beer to my lips. “You can’t.”
Her hand starts dragging down the front of my body and I choke on my drink as I grab it and push it away as I shake my head.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“I know you love my mouth,” she whispers, taking a step toward me and leaning in to kiss my neck. “And all the things I can do with it.”
I dodge her advance and slip out of her grasp as I finish off my beer. Fuck this shit. No more trying to be nice. No more letting her down easy because I’m not going to risk losing Juliette just to protect Tawny’s feelings, especially when she can’t take a hint. She spins around to face me and smirks. A few chuckles ring out behind me as she starts stalking toward me and I back up like a cornered animal.
“We don’t have to be anything more than we were before. We can just go back to being fuck buddies. Isn’t that what you want?”
I shake my head as my back hits the bar. “No. The only thing I want from you is to leave me the hell alone.”
“You don’t mean that. I know you have to be getting lonely, baby.”
