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.Personal cowboy? Fit as he was, one toss from the horse would break the old man’s hip for sure.Jeff shook his head.“Perfect? What are you talking about?”He clasped Jeff’s shoulder.“You really had me going.Can I have the first lap dance?” Even if it made his instant hard-on more unbearable.The way the girl swished her hips, he might cream his tighty whiteys any second now.“Oh.” Jeff’s entire face flinched.“No, you don’t—”Dylan punched his friend’s shoulder.“All right, all right.I get it, you’re the groom.” It killed him to say it.“You go first.But man, save some for me.” He grabbed the beer bottle tighter just thinking about it.She sauntered up and stood beside them like some biker-chick angel, hot and wild, with an air of innocence about her.Such a knockout, she literally stunned him into silence.Clear, blue-green eyes studied him, then bounced to Jeff.“First for what?”Oh, killer voice, too.Gravelly, down and dirty, like a hard drinker.With her flawless skin and eyes wide enough to drown in, he’d never have guessed.Dylan whipped a twenty out of his pocket.“Don’t take too long with him.I don’t care if he is the doomed groom.This’ll be waiting.”“Do you need me to make a beer run?” She reached for the bill.Dylan snatched it away and held it high.“You make beer runs, too?”Jeff muttered, “Dylan, wait.”Man, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her.“No way, I’m not the one who’s getting shackled.”The girl jerked her head back as if he’d slapped her.“Shackled.”Did she think he meant handcuffs? Oh shit yeah, a wild one.“Married, whatever.I have no one to answer to about a lap dance, or a stripper gone wild.” He leaned closer.“If you know what I mean.”The warmth left her face.Her eyes narrowed and her mouth pinched.“Stripper?” Her tone and volume increased as she drew up her height to eye level with him.No wonder her legs seemed to go on forever.This girl was one tall drink of thousand-proof whiskey, and he couldn’t wait for the burn going down.But why the attitude?He glanced at Jeff, who sadly shook his head.“I swear, Clarissa, I—”The name stole Dylan’s leering smile.“Clarissa? You’re not Amy’s Clarissa?”Her lip curled.“He isn’t.Tell me he isn’t,” she implored Jeff.A sigh, and Jeff gestured.“Dylan Wall, meet Clarissa Hartman.”Dylan smiled.“Hi.”“Sonofabitchfratboybastard.” She drew back her arm, then slammed her fist into his jaw.A yelp, and she curled back and shook her limp hand in the air.“Ow.Oh shit, I hope that hurt you more.”Hard to say until his vision cleared and his brain returned to its balance inside his skull.She’d rung his bell, all right, though not in the way he’d hoped.“Jesus.Nice to meet you, too.”Nostrils flared, and she pressed those sweet lips into a determined line.“You asshole.” She crooked her arm back again.The old man stole behind her and grasped it.“Whoa, darlin’.”Dylan recovered from his defensive flail.“See? Even your father knows I didn’t deserve it.”Her jaw dropped.“My what?” She turned to the old man and jerked her head toward Dylan.“I’ll let you have the next shot.”Now what? “Look, I’m sorry.”She widened her eyes.“I’m sorry you’re an asshole.It doesn’t improve any part of this situation.” She shook her head and her fist.“Wow, I need a drink.”Jeff took a tentative step toward the tin tub.“Let me get you a beer.”Her shoulders slumped.“You’ve got nothing stronger than beer? Seriously Jeff, I really need tequila.At a minimum.”“I was saving it for later tonight.” Jeff sent a worried glance to Dylan.“Maybe now I’ll save it for another time.”The old guy winked.“Probably best you don’t add any fuel to the fire.” He extended his hand to Dylan.“J.D.Murphy.”“Dylan Wall.” Whoa, quite a grip.He extracted himself from the viselike grasp.“So, no relation to Clarissa.” He couldn’t bring himself to say “father” and insult the guy again.J.D.’s dimples deepened.“None whatsoever.”Point taken, though the intense delivery creeped him out.Dylan’s nervous laugh betrayed him.“Cool.Soooo.” Awkward.But not your place to judge.Though what she saw in a geezer with a handlebar mustache, he’d never guess.Clarissa had the grace of a dancer.And the body.Perfect skin.Perfect everything.Even with all those tattoos, crazy, spiked hair, and her killer right hook, she could have any guy at the snap of her fingers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]