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bad tonight.
    Chance was slugging back a beer, and Phoenix was casting him knowing looks.
    “Where’s Madi?” he asked without preamble.
    Not in the mood for his brother’s shit tonight, August snatched up a tumbler and filled it half full of some good, peaty Scotch. Tipping his head back, he swallowed it in one gulp, breathing in the welcome heat of it as it washed down his throat. He immediately felt the effects of the liquor move through his bones and blood, easing the strain in his gut from Jack’s earlier look of fury.
    She’d looked as though she’d wanted to coldcock him. He would have let her too. He knew he deserved it, hot and cold, always leading her on. He’d always sworn he wouldn’t be that kind of guy, but one slip of a siren had undone him completely. She’d turned him into a slobbering nut job who couldn’t seem to figure out whether he was coming or going with her.
    “Sent her home,” he said, swaggering toward his brothers’ table before dropping into a seat, still hanging onto the bottle of Scotch. He’d given up on the tumbler at that point and was just tossing it back directly from the bottle.
    It was a two hundred dollar bottle, and he was a fool to toss it back the way he was. He might as well have been burning money. But he didn’t really care.
    All he could think about was Jack and Blue and that damned fairy hanging all over her, getting to watch her as she stripped, getting to touch her, taste her.
    He growled. She was his, dammit. The thought ran like ice water through his veins and turned him cold. What the hell was he thinking? After the shit he’d pulled again tonight, she would never forgive him. That thought only pissed him off more.
    Why the hell had he ever hired her?
    “Who pissed in your bowl of Wheaties this morning?” Chance asked bluntly.
    Rolling his gaze up to meet his brother’s laughing eyes, August swallowed the retort on his tongue.
    Chance took after their mother in looks. Where August and Phoenix tended more toward the pale side, Chance looked much more Native American with his dark burnished skin and clear amber eyes.
    Growing up, August would have sworn that Chance couldn’t really be his brother. He and Phoenix tended to be more serious about life. Chance called it having sticks up their asses. More often than not, the tight asses were the ones constantly being forced to bail their idiot brother out of one scrap after another. As August saw it, Chance owed them both, and now was as good a time as any to pay up.
    He needed to burn Jack out of his system, and there was only one way to do it.
    “Call those women you’re always bragging about, Chance. Bring ’em here.”

Chapter 4
    Jackson
    J ackson found herself snuggled up on the couch next to Blue with his arm draped around her shoulders. Lit candles glowed on tabletops as they watched some romance movie. He’d obviously planned to seduce her.
    “Netflix and chill” as young people called it.
    She and Blue had been dating for four months. She’d tamed the bad boy... but the wrong one.
    Even Madison had been impressed that Blue seemed to be toeing the line for her. He only occasionally flirted with other women. Their relationship wasn’t really all that serious though. They had an unspoken agreement between them that they could see other people as long as they let one another know in advance. As a siren, she had needs he couldn’t always meet.
    It was fine. It was... whatever.
    It was a way to pass the time, and that was basically it. They both knew it. Blue knew about August but didn’t seemed fazed by it, which let her know he was about as invested in their relationship as she was.
    She’d done as Madison had suggested—she’d scratched an itch. But the itch had long since been scratched, and there was nothing really left to hold her there.
    The excitement—what little there had been to begin with—had worn off. It wasn’t that Blue hadn’t been a good boyfriend. For a fae known to be as