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“You bet,” Stephanie said The s it almost looked fake Jesus, was his love life really that fascinating? “Take her for as long as you want You can even keep her if you’d like”

“Stephanie,” Shell said in a harsh whisper

“What?” The innocent look wasn’t fooling anyone That girl spent too much damn time with Maverick

“Co an arm across Shell’s shoulders She shot him a scowl, but it only made him chuckle Probably wouldn’t do to tell her she was damn adorable when pissed

Copper led her to a square table along the right wall of the clubhouse Basically, it was his table Anyone who’d been to the clubhouse knew to keep their asses out of his spot unless invited It was also the table he’d sat at with Shell during his birthday party last week, or so he was told Those memories never fully resurfaced He sank onto the bench seat along the wall then pulled a slightly resistant Shell onto his lap

“What are you doing, Copper?” She wiggled, trying to scoot off hirow him from half chub to full hard-on

“Relax, babe,” he said, settling her against him

They had a tiny bit of privacy At least there weren’t’ bodies jammed in around his table like they were on the dance floor

“But everyone will see us Even the Honeys What if…”

Copper let out a loud laugh “What if what? You think I give a shit what the Honeys think?”

Her head slowly id in his hold “Well no, but you’re the president You get first pick and all”

Seriously? Was she crazy? Maybe she was fishing? Probably not Shell wasn’t one to play games for compliments “Babe, I have no interest in any of the Honeys Haven’t for years You think I’d rather have one of them on my lap?”