“Come dance with me?” Lucas asked. “It’s rude to interrupt a conversation, man.” Surprise sparked through me at the hint of possession in Frankie’s tone. He didn’t like anyone else playing with his toys. Good to know. But I also wasn't his to claim as much as my traitorous body didn’t hate the idea. Too many drinks into a night out with two hot men playing tug o’ war over my snowball tassels was the beginning of a bad idea. Lucas redirected his attention. “I think she was having more fun before you got here.” “I think she can speak for herself.” Frankie took a step forward. “You know what?” I
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