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whizz. He also knows just about everything there is to know about me. He must be making small talk just to be nice.
    Clutching my drink, I take a sip before responding. “I’m sure you already know the answer, so I’m not sure why you’re asking.”
    Gunz plays with his beard, a contemplative look on his face. “Hum … you’re a smart girl—”
    “Yeah, she is,” Bonez butts in while entering the room and setting my two other totes next to me. “Is that all ya needed?”
    “Yes. Thanks.” I nod and Bonez takes the seat next to his brother, just as Penny and Whisky filter in from the kitchen with a fresh pitcher of margaritas in hand.
    Whisky sets the glass on the coffee table and then sits on the floor. Penny takes a seat next to Bonez.
    “So, what’re we talkin’ about?” Penny inquires.
    I shrug. “Gunz was just askin’ what I do for a living. And since I’m pretty sure he’s aware of my place in this family, I don’t really think there needs to be a discussion about my job. It’s not that exciting, anyhow.”
    I look around the space, searching for Fawn and Bridget. Why didn’t they come in here with us? Hum. “Where’s the girls?” I ask no one in particular.
    “They went to the clubhouse to shoot some pool. I think they’re mending fences,” Whisky explains.
    I guess that’s a good thing, considering Bridget wanted to catch up. They were acting pretty friendly when we were in the kitchen a bit ago. Maybe that'll fix whatever’s broken. One can only hope.
    “So, Gunz, what is it you do for a living?” I turn the tables on him because I know little about this man. Bonez doesn’t speak about his brother much. Most of our weekly lunch sessions consist of town talk, his nonexistent love life, my abundant one, or other odds and ends. Yes; even after my physical therapy ceased, we have made it a priority to have lunch at least once a week and text almost daily. Bonez has become my new best friend, aside from Lachlan.
    “I work for my MC.” Another sucker is pulled from his pocket, then twirled in his mouth.
    “That’s a bit vague,” I comment.
    “Yeah, it is. But that’s club business. You know enough, I’m sure. Bonez says you two are good friends, and you’re datin’ Smoke. Nice to see a decent lady with him after that whore of a wife.”
    Wow, is he the master of subject changes, or what? I barely saw that one coming. I’m not sure what to say other than thank you, so I say nothing. Conversations involving Meredith are not on the top of my priority list.
    Bonez turns his head toward Penny, obviously checking her out like he’s been doing all dang night. In the kitchen, he couldn’t stop staring at her chest. It’s big. About the same size as mine, except she’s skinnier. A total knockout, even if she’s in Christmas pajamas with no makeup on.
    “So how’s work for you and Michael been? Steady?” He addresses her.
    “Pretty well. I think he’s happy with the new partnership that we’ve taken on this year.”
    “Good to hear,” Bonez replies, smiling like a fool. This man and his wandering eye—I tell ya, it’s never-ending. One weekend, he’s seducing the gas station attendant, Tom, and next he’s wooing Sarah from the bank to be his weekend fling. He’s a male whore, plain and simple. Unlucky in love, but at least he always has a revolving door of bed bunnies. Bonez could definitely give Cas a run for his money.
    Preparing to wrap one of Lachlan’s many gifts, I grab a box, tape, and some scissors. “What is it your husband does?” I ask out of genuine curiosity. Penny hasn’t spoken much about herself tonight. Heck, I’m just guessing she’s married by the rock on her hand.
    “He’s a urologist. We own our own practice. Bought it about five years ago. I do most of the accounting and the hiring of our staff.”
    Not knowing how to respond to Penny, I’m saved when Whisky stands and turns on some Christmas music, then puts the TV on the fireplace