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company would become familiar and you’d feel safe with me, and my kind of friends.”
    His kind of friends? Feel safe? What the hell was he implying?
    He glanced down at my satchel again, which was still hanging on my shoulder and resting against my hip. “It’s never too late to change your priorities, Dane. Wickedness never was happiness.”
    I blinked several times, cocked my head to the side, and took a moment to puzzle-solve. “What exactly are we talking about here? What’s wicked? My work?”
    Peter looked up at me, his expression now seeming a bit preachy. I knew the guy went to church each week, but I’d never actually heard him sermonize me before. Yeah, he’d probably stereotyped me when he first saw my tattoos while I mowed my lawn shirtless, or my overall casual appearance when I was in jeans and one of my music t-shirts, but I had always thought he was just a nice, overly geeky guy who just wanted to have friendly neighbors.
    Or maybe he’d befriended me because he was scared of me? Perhaps he thought I would terrorize the neighborhood somehow and he wanted to be on my good side so my twisted biker gang didn’t come after him.
    I did have a Harley parked right next to my truck, but that’s beside the point.
    I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, trying not to roll my eyes. “Look, Peter, I’m not sure why you think I’m a sinful person, but I work hard and I provide for the people I care about. I wouldn’t exactly call that wickedness. I’ll see you around, okay?”
    I headed for the entry to my house and pushed for the garage door to shut. I don’t think I would have cared if he was underneath it at that point, but it came down as a much-needed barrier between us.
    I’d been five seconds from telling him to go fuck himself.

4
     
    “A ffordable, quaint, accommodating… If you’re looking for a fabulous wine bar, Rita’s Peak is somewhere you should definitely consider. And that’s it for this week’s Slice of the City, I’m Sinclair, and I hope you enjoy your beautiful city in as many ways possible!”
    I’d been listening to an older edition of the radio show, one that dated almost a year back. It seemed as if this Sinclair person had been doing this broadcast for the past thirteen months. At first it had been a once-a-month segment, but over the spring, it had turned into once a week. Now that I had officially heard every single episode, I felt a bit shortchanged. It was like a binge on Netflix was over or something. Now I’d have to wait for the newest installment each week and I didn’t feel very patient.
    And I also felt like an obsessive stalker.
    I entered Jessop’s Bar & Grill a few minutes later than I’d told the guys. It was Saturday night and I’d been looking forward to just cutting loose for a bit. Chris and Madden were already shooting a game of pool with two of our other buddies, but I was surprised to see Natalie there with a couple of her girlfriends. They were sitting at the bar with drinks and Nat waved me over.
    I kissed her on the cheek to say hello, and then gave forced nods to Krista and Whitney. They weren’t my favorite people but I could play nice. “Jameson,” I told the barkeep. She nodded and fetched my order.  “So what’s new, ladies? Are we on the prowl tonight or no.”
    “Pssh,” Natalie scowled. “Have you taken a look at our options?”
    I picked up the shot that was slid my way and examined it systematically. “Why no, Nat, I haven’t scoped out your selection of disappointment. Would you like me to get on that for you?”
    “I dare you,” she smirked at me.
    Taking the shot of whiskey, my eyes never left hers. I’ll admit Natalie Denman was extremely hot—I’d say a 9.5 on my superficial scale—and definitely a run for my money. I’m not quite sure why we didn’t hang out more often—generally just a once or twice a month hookup—but I think we were due that night.
    When her friends joined the guys at the pool table, I