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What happened? Did she blow you off?”
    It’s not a natural response from Bear, but I shrug it off. Maybe he can see that other bloke pawing his lady friend. “Not in so many words.” I rub my stubble. “But yeah, she did.” Shaking my head, I laugh, although I can’t figure the whole thing out.
    Maybe that’s the attraction? Unlike the usual bar bunny, she’s not easy prey. “So, where’s your lady?”
    His humour shuts down. “She left.”
    “Hmm. On her own?”
    “No.” His jaw clenches.
    I don’t need to ask him anything else, and turn to the barman to catch his attention. “Two shots of JD, mate. And make them doubles.” And I point to the barmaid, adding, “We have a tab running with her.”
    Bear grasps my shoulder. “Do you want to sit down?” He points to a quieter area where a table’s free.
    We sit in silence for a few minutes, both lost in our own thoughts. I’m the first to walk on hallowed ground. “So, what is it about her that gets you all worked up, then?”
    He sighs. “I really don’t know. Ask yourself the same question about that Lizzie bird.”
    “Nothing to ask. She gets my cock hard. Nothing new there.” I play off how I feel because I have no fucking clue how to deal with actually feeling anything other than a hard-on. My emotions are never combined with a stiff dick. It’s new territory.
    “That,” he gestures to the dance floor, “was new.”
    “I dance.” I lean back and use the table as a footstool.
    He smirks. “Not like that you don’t.”
    I down my drink and slam the empty glass on the table. “Fuck off, Bear.”
    He nods and just like that we end the heart-to-heart, neither of us willing to break out with mushy feelings crap.
    A shadow casts over the table; the figure looms above us then sits down next to me.
    “What’s up, pussy?”
    “Zan, you can fuck off, too.”
    “Hey, you can’t talk to my cousin like that.”
    “Bear, shut the fuck up. Zan can take it.” I turn to Bear’s cousin. “Can’t you, cocksucker?”
    He winks at me. “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
    “Who says I haven’t?” I joke, giving him a sly grin. “I love arse, but the cock sucking thing, nah. Goes right over my head.”
    Zan bursts out into deep laughter. “Yeah, it does, mate. That’s the point.”
    I laugh at our easy piss-taking. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give him a little shit. “What are you doing here anyway?”
    “Working for this bastard,” he answers and gestures towards Bear.
    I nod. “Easy or hard?” I know better than to ask any in-depth questions about on-going work.
    Zan grins back at me, but his eyes don’t match the forced smile on his mouth. “Best job I’ve ever had. It’s a piece of piss.” His face twists a little as if he’s in pain, but before it settles, it’s gone, and is replaced with his usual couldn’t-give-a-fuck face.
    Something about his reaction makes me want to push for something else. “Have you been working for him long?”
    “Long enough. Served my last tour and got out after. Been working for him ever since.”
    I acknowledge his non-answer with another nod and go to take a drink, but there’s nothing there except an empty glass. “You two want a drink?”
    Bear glares at Zan and finally speaks up. “Make his a water.” Then he mutters something I can’t quite hear.
    I decide it’s best to leave them to it, and head off to the bar. A few women try and catch my attention, but I’m not in the mood. The only one I want left me high and dry. After an age waiting to get served, I return with the drinks. When I get closer, I overhear their conversation.
    “She’s had a thing for him ever since.”
    “Fuck.” Bear crouches forward and rubs the back of his neck.
    Zan, on the other hand, leans back in his chair. “What are you going to do about it?”
    I place the drinks on the table and relax back into my seat. “What’s who going to do about what?” Both the guys turn to look at me,