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"Really?" Bracken leaned back "Shit"

Zander shifted in his seat, trying to relieve the discoainst his fly It had begun rising to attention at the sight of her legs and was showing no sign of easing Maybe if her voice wasn’t like a fucking stroke to his senses, it would

"Any idea what she witnessed?"

Zander shook his head "I couldn’t make out much of as said"

A ski widely She slapped doo coasters and then set the beer bottles on top of theestive

Picking up his beer, Zander took a long swig, letting the cold liquid slide down his throat, hoping the shock of the cold would ood," Bracken told the waitress Once she was gone, he eyed Zander curiously "It’s not like you to turn away from a redhead"

"You say it like I’m a slut"

"No, that’s Marcus--or it was, before he ive the redhead an appreciative glance I’, that’s not like you"

"Is there a point to this conversation?"

"No"

"Then let’s just end it" Zander put down his beer He wasn’t the only one to groan as the jukebox replayed the last song for the sixth tiuy co the culprit over the head That etting more and more crowded, but Zander’s wolf sees than bothered by how packed it was

A door creaked open, and then Gas striding out of the kitchen with a tray of steas that shouldn’t be legal

Moving straight to their table, she set down their plates and a platter of nachos with dips "Here you go"

Just like that, his wolf e to grind his teeth "Everything all right?"

She blinked "Yeah, of course"

"Looked like you were having an arguot a challenge for you here!" souy in the pool-hall section standing near a high-topped table where glasses and bottles rested, gesturing for Gwen to co, Gwen rolled her eyes "Enjoy your uy A quiet fell over the pool hall, and people gathered to watch whatever was about to happen next

"You got a challenge for ood you are There’s no way you’ll pot that" Harry pointed at the black ball on the pool table "I’ve looked at it frole It can’t be done"

Gwen smiled "It can always be done, Harry"

He put a wad of bills on the side of the pool table "You pot that black, it’s yours"

She shook her head sadly "Why do you want to give youryou, this will break your perfect record"

Money changed hands, and Zander watched as Gwen circled the pool table like a predator, utterly focused on the two re balls on the table Finally, she stopped and held out her hand Harry passed her his cue, and she scraped the tip with a cube of blue chalk

She stretched across the table and lined up the cue stick to the white ball Daood bent over like that Zander wasn’t the only one to take a moment to admire her ass