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Amanda raised a beer in salute. “You’re definitely approaching my level of living, hon.” She slid off the couch and brought A
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“For the three of us. We’re going out tonight to do it up right and find you two handsome studs.”
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“This is all in fun, guys, but I don’t have time tonight.” She took a step backward.
Jamie was suddenly at her side, leaving A
“You’ll have to live for me. I haven’t the courage to do this, and Amanda’s shacking up with someone right now.” Jamie’s smile made her seem more like she was cajoling, rather than suggesting strongly.
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Amanda frowned. “Come on hon. It’ll be fun.” She winked.
“Okay.” A
She’d realised she’d settled into a routine just like her parents had. How boring. Her father had always come home from work tired. Every other night, he’d have a new case of beer and maybe some weed. Mother would complain about the dope, they’d fight, get stupid drunk and pass out. This was during her teenage years.
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Looking at her two best friends, she knew she should be grateful for them dragging her out on a work night.
She had to admit, the images on TV screen did arouse more than just her interest.
Chapter Two
The moon hung bright in a cloudless sky. The weather was cool with a light breeze blowing autumn scents through the air along with dead leaves that littered the sidewalk leading towards the steps of the bar. The parking lot hadn’t been all that full, just a couple of cars.
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“You three want a drink?” His handlebar moustache moved over thick lips. Dressed in black slacks and a white T-shirt, he reminded A
Amanda slid up to the bar and took a stool. “Sure. “ She leaned forward. “We’d like a few frosty mugs of ice cold beer.” She whipped out a twenty and slapped it down on the bar.
The bartender offered her a smile before pouring three beers. Setting them down, he took the money then handed Amanda her change.
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She set down her mug and looked at her companions. “Nothing’s going on. Chances are that I’m not getting what I want tonight.”
Amanda took a sip of her beer before turning to A
“You act as though you know.” A
Jamie snorted. “She couldn’t. We’ve never been here.”
“Hmm.” A
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“Hey,” he slapped down a bill on the bar.
The bartender poured two beers and slid them down the length of the wooden bar before returning to his previous task.
“Thanks.” Cowboy turned to look directly at all three ladies. “Ya’ll new here?”
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“Cool. We don’t get many women in here on a Tuesday night. It’s entertaining to see three lovely ladies here at the bar.” He leaned in close to Amanda, resting his elbow on the bar. “Name’s Troy. My partner Bill is setting up a table for pool. Do you play?”
Jamie raised her hand and giggled. “Yeah, all three of us.”
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“Care to join us?” Troy offered a seemingly genuine smile, but his stare seemed to laser in on A
“Why not? We’re just out having a drink. It’ll be fun, right Amanda?” She noted the little bit of a
Amanda slid off the bar. “Good idea, A
“Bill kinda sucks,” Troy chuckled, a rich masculine sound that seemed to emit from deep within his chest.
Up close, he seemed larger than he had at the door. A
Grabbing her beer, she slid off her stool and joined Amanda, who still stood mesmerised by Troy ’s piercing gaze.
Unfortunately for Amanda, Troy seemed more focused on A
She bet his tongue would probably disappear between the valley of her breasts.
Hell, she knew it would. The thought hardened her nipples.
He tilted his hat and pointed towards the pool tables with an open palm… “After you, ladies.”
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Jamie had told her so the first time she’d seen A
The four of them found Bill setting up a table in the far corner by a TV on a platform mounted to the wall. Bill took the beer Troy offered and sipped long from the frosty mug.
“Damn, that’s good after a day on the ranch. I see you brought friends. My name’s Bill.” He extended a hand to Jamie, who was closest to him.
She took his hand and gripped it, shaking with each pump up and down. “Jamie,” she managed to get out the word after he let go.
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“Shall we?” Troy set the cue ball firmly on the table before reaching for a pool stick. “Ladies against gents?”
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