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    “Yeah, I ain’t gonna lie. She’s a hot piece of ass, but definitely nothing long term. I figure if I buy her a burger and fries she might not bitch later that I was only after her for the sex.” Liam could hear the teasing note in Striker’s voice. His friend sounded like an ass, but Liam knew that he treated females with respect. He might be a man-whore, but he wasn’t a bastard. Striker grabbed his phone and pocketed it. “You hanging out longer, Bodhe?”
    Bodhe shook his head. “Nah, I got shit to do at my place.” He stood and slapped Liam on the back. The three of them headed upstairs.
    “You aren’t going to do anything stupid, right?” Bodhe stopped before he stepped out of the front door.
    “What, you my mom now?” They stared at each other for a moment, because even though Liam was trying to make light of the situation, his mother was a worthless bitch that had nearly sliced his dad’s face right off.
    “Listen, I’m not going to hassle you. Do what you gotta do, but if you need back-up you hit us up, okay?”
    That had Liam smirking, but nodding. “Thanks.” They clapped each other on the back.
    He shut the door and braced himself on it with one hand. He wanted to go back to Kashton now, but it was two in the afternoon and that shitty strip club wasn’t even open. Before he could think more on it his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Straightening and pulling it out, he slid his finger across the screen to see a text from his old man.
    Dad: Call me
    “He can text me, but can’t punch in my number and call me himself? Lazy old bastard.” Liam talked to himself, but dialed his dad’s number even though he bitched about it. He walked into the kitchen as he held the cell to his ear and listened to it ring. He grabbed out of the fridge the bread, meat, and everything else he needed to make a sandwich, and tossed it on the wooden block island . His dad picked up on the fourth ring.
    “Damn, son.” Trace Dakota was a grumpy bastard that had more bite in him than growl. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since last night.”
    Liam made his sandwich while balancing the phone between his shoulder and head.
    “I don’t have any missed calls from you, and besides,” he slapped his sandwich on a plate and took it into the living room, “why didn’t you just stop over if you were worried?” Liam sat his ass on the leather couch and dug into his sandwich. Trace started grumbling about something, but when Liam heard his wife and mate, Candace, murmuring something in the background, his dad’s voice went gentle. Liam would have rolled his eyes at the fact his old man had gone soft, but all of that had changed. He had felt something change inside of him, when he saw Olive. Even thinking her name had him getting a hard-on, and that should have made him feel like a real bastard since it was clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Liam would just have to show her that being mated to him wasn’t all that bad.
    “I’m not going to argue on that point, Liam. I was trying to get a hold of you to tell you Candace is having this big dinner.”
    “When?” he asked through a mouthful of food.
    “She isn’t sure yet, maybe next month. It’s going to be everyone we know, and I want you there.”
    “That’s kind of a ways off. I might have to work.”
    “I didn’t tell you what day or time, Liam.” There was an annoyed bite to his father’s tone, but Liam didn’t let it affect him. He knew his father better than anyone, well, the parts he let him see, but still, he was a hard ass polar bear shifting biker, who always had a constant growl in his voice. “Besides, Maverick and Kettah will be there, too, and since you work for him and the boss won’t be at work, that means neither will you. And Alivia keeps sounding out your name, and I know she misses you, so come and spend some time with your baby sister.”
    Damn the man for hitting him in the soft spot. But Liam would have