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Zach and I refuse to be another slut you can toss away after you re done.
He opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it and shakes his head.  You re right.
Maybe it s best we not even talk.
I stumble back a bit after he releases the handle of my luggage and gives me full control.  Fine
by me.
He turns and calls over his shoulder,  Come on, then. Our new bodyguard, Kyle, is waiting in
the loading area.
Without any more words I follow him outside to the black Escalade. He loads my bag into the
back and I hop into the back seat and slide over, leaving the door open. Zach comes by and shuts my
door with a little more force than necessary before taking the passenger seat next to Kyle.
I bite my lip. Now, I m the one who is getting the cold shoulder? I didn t do a damn thing to him.
What gives him the right to treat me this way?
The entire trip to Lanie s family home, Zach and Kyle talk amongst themselves up front,
completely ignoring me, which is exactly what I asked for. So why do I feel this crushing weight
sitting on my chest?
This is going to be a long weekend if this is how it s going to be.
Lanie scrambles out the door the moment we pull in and jumps into the SUV. Her slender arms
wrap me into a hug as she tackles me into the seat.  Easy, there!
She pulls away and flicks her gaze towards Zach.  Why are you back here by yourself?
I frown.  I think it s better this way.
Zach snorts and gets out, slamming the door behind him.
She shoves my hair over my shoulders and shakes her head.  You two are some of the most
stubborn people I ve ever met.
After a long day of getting fitted for my bridesmaid dress, the entire group loads up to head to a
local club for some drinks. Who knew so much went into planning a fifteen minute ceremony. We
need to blow off a little steam and relax.
The club is packed. Bodies gyrate on the dance floor beneath spinning lights while the hypnotic
beats the most recent top forty hits assaults my ears.
Trip elbows Tyke as a group of girls walk by and smile at them. They instantly take off after the
girls in short skirts as Lanie and I slide into a round booth with Noel and Zach.
A waitress in a tank top and booty shorts comes to the table to get our drink orders. She flips her
blond hair over her shoulder and doesn t try to hide the fuck-me eyes she s shooting at Zach. We all
order alcohol of some type with the exception of Lanie who orders a water.
I furrow my brow at her the moment the waitress leaves.  You okay?
She nods and smiles.  Never better.
I eye her suspiciously as I turn my attention back over to the twins out on the dance floor with a
few women. She never turns down a drink, especially at a bar. As my thoughts wonder to the
possibility that she may be pregnant, Trip makes me giggle as he lifts a girls skirt and smacks her ass
in front of every person in the club.  He s crazy.
Noel grins.  He s loving all the attention since Riff and I are off the market.
I glance over to Riff, curious why Noel would say that? Isn t he back to banging every chick in
sight?
Riff catches my stare and quickly leans forward, making a show of grabbing the girl standing
next to him wearing a tube top and tugging her into his lap.  Speak for yourself, buddy. I m a free
man. You re the one about to be strapped to the old ball and chain.
My lips pull into a tight line and I fight back tears as Zach makes a show of whispering into the
girl s ear. I understand he wants to move on, but he doesn t have to shove it down my throat. If that s
how it s going to be, I ll play dirty right back. I m tired of assholes walking all over me. I want to
show him I can move on, too.
I flip my hair and turn towards Lanie and say loud enough for everyone to head,  I forgot to tell
you I m seeing someone and he s going to be my date at your wedding.
Her green eyes widen and her lips form the letter  O.  Who?
 Yeah, who? Zach adds in from the other side of me, but I can t see his face.
I lean back so I can catch his reaction this time.  Isaac. You remember him& Riff. You met him
at the pizza place.
I know calling him by his stage name got his attention as well as the shocking news that I m
dating one man I know he loathes because his eyebrows instantly shoot up.  Your douchebag boss?
I narrow my eyes at him.  Don t call him that. He s sweet.
 How many times have you been out with him? I fight the urge to tell him everyday since the
day we ended things to piss him off. In reality it s only been a three times, but I m not going to tell
him that.
I glare at him.  That s none of your business.
 The hell it s not!
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