Bastian smirked at me and looked over at the bartender to hand him some cash for our drinks. Before he could though, Jax spoke loudly across the bar, “The drinks are on the house, Ricky.” Our now named bartender smiled and shrugged at Bastian before he nodded toward Jax and walked away. I saw Bastian tweak his neck a little one way as if trying to rid himself of irritation. “Leave it to Jax Stonewood to always one up a man even when it comes to buying a girl a drink.” “She’s not a girl. She’s the girl. My girl.” His words should have embarrassed me but goosebumps flew up my arms and my
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