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out and brush it back behind her ear. Her red, red lips are moist and shiny with fresh lipstick, beckoning me, calling out to me in a language that's older than time. Shit, damn and God Bless America, I want to kiss this girl so bad it hurts.
    Mireya stays stone still, staring at me, taking me in. I don't know what she sees. A guy with a stubbly chin and a sunburned nose? A man who's only been with three other women in the past five years because he's been waiting on her ass? Who felt guilty after each and every one of them, like he betrayed her? I don't know. But whatever it is, it's not enough. She rises to her feet and starts towards the bathroom.
    I move after her, but I keep my distance. I don't want her to feel pressured by me, just supported. It's not an easy line to toe.
    “I'll tell you what,” I say as she steps onto the white tiled floor with a click of her boots. “You come downstairs with me, and I will beg, kiss and plead until Austin promises to get you a new bike. How about that?”
    Mireya pauses for a moment with her hand on the light switch and her dark brows bunched. In the mirror, I catch a glimpse of her profile, her sculpted jaw, her ripe lips, her full breasts.
    “You already tired of sharing yours?” she asks, throwing her lacy panties on the counter. She turns around to face me and puts her hands on her hips. “What if he says no? Then what? You gonna let me drive? I need a guarantee here, Kelley.” I give her a look, raising a single eyebrow.
    “Life isn't about guarantees, Sawyer. It's all chance and circumstance, but I can promise you I'll do my best.”
    “Not good enough,” she says, and we stand there staring at each other for a long, slow moment. I know not much time is passing, but it feels like a lot with the heavy weight of her gaze on me, measuring me, testing me with a single look.
    “Okay,” I say finally. I might cringe while I'm doing it, but I say it and I mean it. “If you want to sit in front, I'll be your ol' lady.” Mireya smiles and this time, it's genuine.
    “Fine then, cowboy. You're on. I'll meet you downstairs in ten.”
    And then she slams the door in my face.

When I get down to the bar, the boys are already there nursing beers and pissing off the man behind the counter who looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Kimmi, the most masculine one of them all, raises her glass to the ceiling and salutes me.
    “We thought you weren't going to show,” she says with a smile. I keep a frown on my face. I want her to think I hate her. I don't know why, I just do. It makes things easier, I guess. The less people I have to worry about, that I have to consider when making decisions, the better things will be. And I don't ever want to end up in a situation where I believe in everyone and have no one, better I ration out my approval. Right now, I can't think of a single person who has it. Austin used to.
    I look at him looking straight back at me, dark eyes soft and sandy, blonde hair gleaming in the light. He's so fucking beautiful and now he's gone. Forever. I will never have those strong arms around me again, never taste those warm lips.
    With a sigh, I approach the bar and order up whatever it is that they're having.
    “Glad you could make it, sugar,” Austin says, but I ignore him, sliding my beer close and squeezing it between my hands. I have no desire to drink tonight. I'd rather just slide into bed and forget the world for awhile, but here I am and I'm going to make the most of it. I lift the bottle up to my lips and drink deep. “And I'm sorry about calling you out earlier, but I had to make an example.” I laugh so hard that I almost spit out my drink.
    “Right. You did real good there, boss. Thanks for chewing me out over the com.” I slam the last of my beer and order another. I overheard Beck say he was taking Mel out tonight. If that's the case, then I'm riding shotgun. What else am I supposed to do? Sit in a room alone with Gaine and watch him make puppy