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be interested in any playpen that wasn’t shaped like an octagon. Were you thinking of trying motorcycle or BMX bike?”
    Nix picked up a plate. “I think he should try an airplane drop.”
    Dray’s eyes widened. “Shit, I never thought of that. King, do you know someone around here with a plane?”
    “’Fraid not, but if we all get drunk and bored enough later, I’ll pull out the BMX bikes.”
    Clutch shoved a taco into his mouth in one bite. Once he was in front of food, he was in his own world.
    Nix shook his head. “Remember, Clutch, there will be other people at this party wanting tacos.”
    “I probably should have made him his own personal taco bar,” I said.
    Clutch ignored us and motioned toward the front room. “Are those Tanix Racing Gear models? I think I’ve got them on a calendar.”
    “You think?” Nix asked. “You’ve got those calendars hanging up all over your shop. You’ve got every damn month memorized.”
    “Yeah, that’s Gina and Trista,” I said. “I dated Gina for awhile. How does Taylor feel about you and your calendar issues?”
    Clutch shrugged and filled his plate again. “I’m in a relationship. I’m not dead. You ought to try it out, King.”
    “Yeah, or I could just keep hopping from calendar girl to calendar girl. I mean the three dimensional ones, of course.” I tapped my crown. “And tonight it’s Prince, Prince Charming to be exact.”
    Dray laughed. Clutch ignored him and continued shoveling in tacos.
    “Are Jude and Eden coming?” Rett asked.
    “Not sure. Jude thought he had some art show or something. But they might make it.”
    Nix stepped closer to the front room where something had caught his attention. He took a sip of his beer as he turned to us. “Some extremely hot steampunk women just walked in.” He flashed us a grin. “And they’re ours.”
    We all rushed forward to get a glance. Scotlyn, Cassie, Taylor and Finley had created quite a stir as they stepped into the house. In true steampunk fashion, they were dressed in leather corsets, a variety of tan and pinstriped skirts that showed off a lot of leg, black boots and top hats fashioned with feathers and steampunk ornaments.
    Dray propped his arm over Nix’s shoulder. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
    Finley spotted us first. The girls walked toward us turning every head in the room as if they were wearing people magnets.
    Finley hugged me. “Hey, big brother, nice party.” She looked at Rett. “Boy, you really stretched yourself there, cowboy.”
    Rett hiked the duster up higher on his shoulders. “I think it’s pretty damn original. But not as original as what you’re wearing.”
    Scotlyn, who looked like a magazine picture even in sweats, looked as if she should be in a fucking Hollywood movie. She held out her arms to show off the skirt and corset. “Didn’t Taylor do a great job? She’s so talented.”
    “Great job.” Nix told Taylor. “And you, hot steampunk chick, you look just like my hot wife.” He took hold of Scotlyn’s hand, pulled her closer and kissed her. The guy had smooth down to an art.
    Dray talked over a mouthful of taco. “Cass, when we get home, baby, the leather corset stays and everything else comes off.” He looked at us. “Am I right?”
    Cassie smiled and held out her palm to her friends. “Told you. But you can pay me later.”
    “What’s that about?” I asked.
    “We had a bet to see whose guy would be the first to make some dirty suggestion about the leather corsets. I knew it was a sure thing for me. I figured Nix would be thinking about it but be too polite to say it out loud in mixed company. Clutch would be too busy trying to figure out how to use the corset to his best advantage. Rett would have it right on the tip of his tongue, but he would hold back because Finley’s brother would be in hearing range. Dray, well as you know, he has no filters when it comes to societal norms.”
    Dray should have looked insulted, but, instead,