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"Oh, I think his needs are being met just fine," I spat as I swiped the tears from my cheeks

Ki Cheyenne" There I’d said it Knowing Kim, she would either deny it or confirm it When it finally came down to it, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to hear the truth

"Now, I know that ain’t happening"

Jerking my chin up, I countered, "And just how can you be so sure?"

"Because I know Deacon"

"Yeah, well, I know hi to bed late, after he thinks I’ out here later and later" Tears burnedhi my frayed nerves "I think I have an idea" She eased back to stare into ain"

"And how do I do that? Dress like a slutty skank like Cheyenne?" I countered

A catlike grin curved on Ki a little, you gottapisses off our clubmen more than when their brothers want a piece of their women and their women seem doith it"

My brows furrowed in confusion "What do you mean?"

"Tell me You kno to play poker?"

An hour, five books, and one beer later, Willow finally gave up the ghost and went to sleep with Walter snoring like a fucking bear beside her She could be such a stubborn little shit--so she had inherited fro to wake her up, so I crept out of the bedrooot to the door, I threw a final glance over ht of Willow sleeping so peacefully with Walter by her side and that ratty angel doll in her hand

After easing out into the hallway as best I could in ot to the living rooaze into the kitchen "Where’s Alex?"