“Shay’s doing a perfect job.” Brooks wrapped an arm around my waist and directed us away, likely sensing I was on the verge of going full-blown mama bear. “It was great seeing you, and as much as I’d love to stick around and catch up, I can’t stop thinking about the lap dance Shay promised me, so we’ll see ya around.” “Don’t you listen to a single thing she said,” he grumbled and grabbed our cart, keeping one arm looped around me, probably in case Bonnie was watching. But it was only for me when he pulled me tighter into his heat and pressed his lips to the top of my head. “I’ll make you a
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