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didn’t own at least three lake homes and vacation on a monthly basis, they wanted nothing to do with you. It was a lifestyle Aiden didn’t miss. He’d learned the hard way a long time ago that money didn’t buy happiness.
    “What’s the matter, Disco? You look like your puppy died.”
    By the shit-eating grin on Regan’s face, Aiden was pretty sure the guy knew exactly what was gnawing at him. “Did you talk to her?” he demanded. “Make her feel welcome like I asked?”
    Of all his friends he could have turned loose on that woman, Regan had been his best bet. The guy was laid-back, outgoing, and, most important, hopelessly in love with Willow Scott, the baby sister of his best friend and fellow MMA fighter Kyle “the Killer” Scott.
    So far, those two had managed to avoid each other in the octagon as they climbed the welterweight ranks, but a matchup was inevitable. Now throw one Willow Scott into the mix and that shit had the potential to turn ugly fast. That fighter had an insane protective streak when it came to his baby sister. Aiden didn’t envy Regan one bit. If Kyle ever found out Regan and Willow were sneaking around behind his back, then friend or not, shit was going to get real.
    “Of course I made her feel welcome. Man, Disco, that little honey is a sweet piece of ass.”
    The urge to punch his friend in the mouth rose up swift and hard. Grabbing the front of Regan’s shirt, he jerked him close and growled, “You call her that again, and Kill might just find out who’s been dippin’ in his little sister’s honeypot.”
    “Jeez, Disco, chill.” Regan held up his hands in surrender. “You know I didn’t mean anything by it, man. What the fuck happened to ‘bros before hos,’ huh?”
    Shit, Regan was right.
    “Besides, I wouldn’t fuck around on Willow and you know it.”
    He did know it, dammit. So why in the hell was he acting all Neanderthal over this woman he barely knew? Especially when she’d ditched him the minute the fight was over. Not worth it, he told himself, pasting on a Disco grin. Aiden slung his arm around the guy’s neck. “You’re right. I guess Easton must be rubbing off on me. Sorry I bit your head off. I’m gonna hit the shower. See ya upstairs at the party.”
    “Sounds good, man.”
    Aiden made his way through the crowd and headed back to his room to get cleaned up before joining the after party. He was just about to step into the elevator when he heard the sharp clap of heels echoing down the hall and a soft, feminine voice call out, “Aiden, wait up!”
    He instinctively tensed, assuming a cage banger was cornering him. Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled at the little blonde hustling toward him. He could hardly see her face peeking over the boxes in her arms. “Hey, Willow,” he rushed toward her, scooping the burden from her arms. “What are you doing here?”
    She gave him a grateful smile, then blew a wayward strand of bangs from her eyes. “Running an errand for Coach. I’m dropping off some promotional CFA stuff for the party tonight.”
    He grinned and nodded, using his elbow to hit the Up button on the elevator. “Couldn’t wrangle yourself an invite to the party, huh?”
    A guilty blush stained her cheeks.
    “Lookin’ kinda fancy for an errand.”
    Willow bit her bottom lip, and shot him a nervous glance. “Kyle wouldn’t bring me,” she confessed. “He said the party was twenty-one and older.” Smoothing her hands down her shirt, she tossed her wavy blonde hair behind her shoulder and undid the top button of her blouse to expose her cleavage. “You think I’ll pass?” She turned to fully face him, presenting herself for his inspection.
    Aiden shifted the boxes beneath his arm and scowled down at her. Hell yeah, she’d pass. Willow Scott was a gorgeous woman that did not look twenty years old. “Jesus, Will, button your shirt back up. For crissake . . .”
    Willow sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Aiden, you sound just