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Well, none of it was any of her business Ti to warm herself from the inside out Just as she shoved the key in the lock, her phone rang After digging it out of her overstuffed purse she held it to her ear without looking at the screen

Her mistake

“Crawly, really?” Screw’s disgusted voice entered her ear, stopped at her nipples to perk the fluttered at the sound

Damn him

Key still sticking out of her door, Jazz sighed “What are you talking about, Screwball?”

“You put your fucking lips on Crawly Let him put his lips on you”

Jazz pinched the bridge of her nose as an ache began to for to squash the arousal brought on by his voice and the memory of another pair of lips on her A set of lips that she’d given into in one very needy moment a feeeks back

Another mistake because now that memory popped up at the most inconvenient times

Like now

“Okay, buddy, first of all where and on who my lips land is none of your business And second of all, what the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell is Crawly?”

Screw practically growled as he said, “Jeremy Crawly That pansy-assed o”

What the…

Jazz spun, scanning the street for an annoying biker “You spying on me now?”

“That the kind offor?”

He wasn’t on her street At least not in sight Screasn’t subtle enough to be hiding in the bushes or some nonsense like that He was too loud and too proud to hide from anyone Had he actually been there, he’d probably have stormed out the moment she kissed Jeremy’s cheek and laid some ridiculous claim on her

Your sto Screw’s, you stupid silly girl

She continued to scan the street, consciously ignoring Screw’s question, and as her eyes passed over the navy truck in front of her house, she scowled “Really, you traitor?” she yelled at Monty