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Not to mention the anger and jealousy that had risen inside of me when Fiona, God love her, had done nothing but run to Pipe and wrapped her arms around him.
But watching him punch Irish in the side for the words he had spewed at Sutton. We all knew what had happened to her.
But that is her story to tell.
And as I watched Pipe grunt in satisfaction as he made his way back over to the table, I couldn’t help but remind myself.
Married.
Married.
Married.
It was frustrating that I had to keep chanting it to myself to remind me of that fact that I freaking hated. Because I can promise you, feeling his hard body against mine when I had bumped into him earlier today? I wanted to feel that again. Everywhere.
Every line.
Every plane.
Every muscle.
I wanted to feel his heartbeat beneath my head.
I wanted to take all of him in.
And then it happened… he took the open seat next to mine.
Lord have mercy, the man’s cologne.
“We haven’t officially met, I’m Pipe.” He told me as he held his hand out to mine.
Shaking my head, knowing I was going to regret this, I held out my hand and placed it in his.
And the moment our skin made contact? I felt it… a surge of electricity raced up my arm, and his eyes had widened at that too. I wasn’t the only one.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Hi, Pipe. My name is Gabriella, but everyone calls me Gabby.”
He shook my hand and then that’s when I saw it, the reluctance to do something, and then he let my hand go, fisting his and placing it on his thigh.
“Why does everyone call you Gabby?” He asked me.
“They said Gabriella was a mouth full.” I laughed as I saw Pagan walk by and called out, “Hey, Pagan!”
He stopped in the direction he was walking in and then stepped over to me, smirking and saying, “You change your mind?”
I laughed at him. “No, I am still off, but remember that favor you owe me from two weeks ago?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Yeah. I do. What do you want?”
“Can you grab me a beer?” I asked him and batted my eyelashes at him, which, for some reason, caused a growl to come from Pipe. That was fucking weird.
“Of all the things you could’ve asked me for, you want me to get you a beer?” He looked at me while he shook his head.
I nodded and shrugged. “You know me, Pagan.”
He shook his head and headed to the coolers and grabbed two beers, one for me and one for himself, apparently.
He handed it to me and held onto the bottle, not letting it go just yet. “This doesn’t make us even, darlin’. You call that favor in whenever.” And with that, he let the bottle go.
