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concerned, but regardless, he conceded.
    “Okay,” he said with a simple nod. “But one sign of Sinclair or any of her coven members—”
    “And we’ll leave,” Kerrigan finished for him.
    Tyson clapped his giant paws together once and then rubbed them together eagerly. “Hot damn! A night of booze and screws at the Dunes! When do we leave?”

    The Dunes Cracker House was one of the oldest buildings along A1A—a small, rustic tavern right on the beach. During the day, it was a cozy spot to grab a steak, but at night it was a place for co-eds and beach bunnies to get their drink on. In fact, the main reason Tyson wanted to go there was because they served free alcoholic beverages from ten thirty to eleven. What he failed to mention was that the free alcohol being served wasn’t exactly top shelf.
    Olivia elbowed Kerrigan and drew her attention to the way the little floozy behind the bar kept eyeing their men. Kerrigan wasn’t worried. She knew Dominic only had eyes for her, which was evident when she turned toward him and found he was doing a little ogling of his own—of her, not the hussy with the tramp stamp. Colton and the twins weren’t as immune to the unabashed attention, but it was obvious that any flirting they did in return was only to ensure their little plastic cups were bottomless with the free stuff. Those cups weren’t only bottomless, but overflowing.
    Yes, even men were guilty of using their dashing good looks, flashy smiles, and a little southern charm to get what they wanted. They were all over that shit. It didn’t matter that the stuff was nasty as hell. It was free, and that’s all the excuse the guys needed to chug as much of it as they could in the half-hour they had left.
    Since Dominic never let anyone behind the wheel of the Barracuda except for Kerrigan, and she had been feeling a little queasy off and on throughout the day, she opted not to partake of the spirits. Gabe abstained as well because the barely legal bartender had no clue what the hell a bubbletini was, and he wasn’t about to compromise. Instead, he went out to Sydney’s Lady Bug and mixed his own drink. The girls went with him because they had an unwritten rule that no one was to be out and about on their own. Besides, after the half-hour of free drinks, they would be off to the next joint.
    As it turned out, thirty minutes was plenty of time for four rather sizable young men to get really good and wasted. The alcohol might have been cheap and a little hard to swallow, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t potent.
    “Ladies! How you doin’?” Talon’s very bad impersonation of Joey Tribbiani’s catchphrase was drunkenly slurred as he and the guys swayed out of the bar and made their way toward them.
    Apparently, one could guzzle quite a bit of rot gut in a short period of time. No doubt, the scantily clad girl behind the bar had shown them preferential treatment and catered to them more than the other patrons.
    Dominic went straight to Kerrigan, pinning her soft, pliable body against the Barracuda with his hard frame. He nuzzled her ear, his cold breath heating up her insides even as the material of her shirt stretched tight over her breasts. “When I stepped out of that door and saw you standing next to my baby, all I could think about was spreading you out naked on the hood and fucking you senseless. And I will... soon.”
    She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed to her stomach as he slipped a hand under the hem of her skirt and palmed her ass. Even though the others were far away and couldn’t see what he was doing or hear what he was saying, she still felt naked, vulnerable. Any other time, any other place, she would have insisted he show her exactly what he was thinking, but not with an audience.
    She removed his hand from her ass. When he went to put it back, she linked her fingers with his to stop him. “It’s really not fair for you to put images like that in my head when we’re in a public