“He said something about some sports bar that has a restaurant too.” August smirks, nodding as he sits back in his chair. “O’Hallarans. There’s this sexy bartender that works there that I’ve been meaning to catch up with.” I don’t hear Logan as he walks up behind me, but I can smell the faint scent of his cologne and shampoo as he enters the room. “Poppy?” Logan chuckles as he walks past both of us at the table and stops by the island in the kitchen. “I think you fucked that up last time, man.” “Fuck you,” August growls at him as he gets up from his seat. “If anyone fucked it up, it was that
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