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“Reath and Beau both came out of the water?”

Macy nodded. “Like superheroes.” She looked at Colt. “They’re all good men.”

I nodded. “My brother adores Reath. Says he’s the best of the best. The best guy he knows.”

“It looks like you might feel the same,” Macy suggested.

The blood in my veins felt warm, my belly was tingling, and I was pleasantly buzzed. “It’s just sex.”

Mila’s eyebrows went up, Macy giggled, and London smiled.

“I knew it,” Mila said. “The moment I walked in on you two the other morning.”

“It’s not serious,” I insisted. “Neither of us wants that.”

“Mmm.” Mila quirked one eyebrow.

“We’ve got rules. No emotions, no strings.”

The women all traded a look.

“I’m not sure that idea ever works out,” Macy said. “Especially when you’re dealing with a Fury brother.”

“I don’t want a relationship. My dad was married to his job as a cop.” I knew I should stop talking, but my mouth wouldn’t obey. “When he died, a part of my mom died, too. It destroyed her.”

Mila pressed a hand to my arm. “It doesn’t have to be like that, Frankie.”

“Reath says he doesn’t need or want love.”

Mila rolled her eyes. “That man doesn’t know what he needs.”

“We all need love,” London said quietly.

Macy nodded. “Doesn’t matter where we’ve been, or what we’ve done.”

Suddenly, I couldn’t be here, with these three women who were all so happy with the men who’d claimed them.

I slid off my stool. “I need a trip to the ladies’ room.”

“That way,” Mila pointed. “By the way, we’re not buying your baloney story.”

“It’s true.” I frowned. “I think. I’m trying to keep it that way.”

“You’ve got more grilling ahead when you get back,” London said.

Reath appeared. “You okay?”

Yep, he was a good guy. “I’m headed to the ladies’ room.”

He nodded.

The restroom was as nice as the rest of the bar. After I was done, I washed my hands and checked my reflection in the large, wood-framed mirrors. When I stepped out, a woman in a blue denim shirt spotted me. It was like the uniform I’d seen the servers wearing.

“Frankie? I have a cocktail for you.” She handed me another tall glass.

“From Mila?” I asked.

The woman nodded.