![]() ![]() ![]() When you get stuck fighting small battles, it makes you small. Why would he send Dog out to keep an eye on me?” Hawk stared at me again then he repeated, “Babe, seriously?” ![]() “The one where I told you I clocked you before I even walked into the restaurant where you were sittin’, entertaining every man in the room.” His eyes narrowed before he asked, “Do you remember our conversation last night?” I threw up my hands and straightened in the bed, crossing my legs under me. “I wasn’t entertaining every man in the room!” I snapped. ![]() “Sweet Pea, you were flippin’ your hair, fidgeting on your stool, suckin’ straws but just your laugh is enough to make a man’s dick get hard.”Īnother con. I mean, all that stuff I was doing for him and I was certainly glad to know, after all this time, he noticed but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “The point is, you’re the kind of woman whose furnace breaks down, she calls you, you haul your ass over to her house to fix it, even if you’re in the middle of a game.” “And were not in your livin’ room when your boy Troy showed?” “Were you not in your yard yesterday with Lawson, Tack and me?” “And this has to do with Tack…?” I prompted. It was right in the middle of a Broncos game when I called Troy. God, I hated it that Hawk knew everything about me. “And you’re also the kind of woman who a man sees curled in a protective ball, he’s moved to do what he can to make certain that doesn’t happen again.” ![]()
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