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knowing smile forming on my face as I retracted my hand, “… you two related?”
    Brad scoffed, and Noah didn’t answer. Instead, he quietly took me in, his eyes resting on my midriff.
    My eyebrow lifted at the brazenness of his wandering sight, and I took a swig of my beer. “Would you like me to spin for you?” I asked, my toe pointed as I stepped forward and shifted my weight to pivot 180 degrees, repeating the move until I’d spun full circle for him. “Tada!”
    Josh laughed and murmured to Cori, “You weren’t wrong.”
    “I know, right?” she answered.
    I wasn’t exactly sure what they were talking about, but I furrowed my brow and gave them both a sly, questioning grin.
    Cori playfully shook her head at me then linked her arm in mine once more. “How ’bout we find a table and order some dinner, yeah?”
    “Great idea.” Noah beamed, clapping Brad on the back with a loud whack. He then turned and placed his two pointer fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, causing everyone within a mile’s radius to look up. “Dimps. Chief. Food!” he shouted across the room.
    Two guys at the bar nodded and headed our way, both of them delicious pieces of eye-candy, too—the variety you wanted to suck continuously, like a gobstopper. Sweet fuck! I swear that if Cori hadn’t informed me that Dimps and Chief were also a part of the revue, I would’ve no doubt guessed they were anyway. I mean, hello biceps!
    “That’s Chief,” she whispered in my ear, nodding toward Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome. “He’s the leader of the pack. Really nice guy, too. He has a girlfriend, so don’t even go there.”
    I whispered back, “Pack? As in wolf pack?”
    “Yeah.” She giggled. “Very much so.”
    My eyes flicked in the direction of the smaller-built blond with the world’s biggest dimples. “What about the pup?”
    “Dimps? You’d eat him alive,” she said dismissively.
    “Well, I am really hungry …”
    If the look Cori then gave me could be translated into words, it would’ve said ‘Don’t even think about it or I’ll slap your vagina … hard!’
    “Whaaaat?” I exclaimed, innocent devilry dripping from my face.
    “Come on, you. I’m sure Brad and Noah will keep you plenty busy anyway.”
    Stumbling just slightly as she walked me in the direction of our reserved table, I rested my head on her shoulder. “Oh, I have no doubt they will.
     
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    Meat. I was the meat in a Brad and Noah sandwich, and I couldn’t have been happier. Brad was the bun, the soft, warm, you-know-you-shouldn’t-eat-but-just-want-to-sink-your-teeth-into-it doughy goodness. And Noah was the spicy sauce you craved, but then regretted afterwards. Why? Because spicy sauce tasted oh-so-good yet burned like fuck. It also left your arse hurting a good twenty-four hours later, and I guessed Noah would have the same effect. Regardless, I enjoyed my twin sandwich. Eat now. Worry later.
    “So, what do you do for a living?” Brad asked from his position to my left.
    “I’m an actress and singer … a stage performer.”
    “We’re all stage performers, sweet cheeks,” Noah chimed in from his position on my right.
    I smiled sweetly at him. “Well unlike you, I keep my clothes on.”
    He forked a bit of steak. “A shame, that is.”
    His funny way of talking piqued my curiosity. “You talk backwards a lot,” I mumbled, swallowing a piece of my salt and pepper squid.
    “Right, you are.”
    “Why?”
    “Because he’s a Star Wars nerd, that’s why,” Brad interjected. “The dickhead has been doin’ it since we were kids.”
    I nodded my understanding. “I love Star Wars ! Princess Leia when held prisoner in Jabba’s Palace was super hot.”
    Noah slammed his hand on the table and placed his other one across his chest. “In love, I am. My future wife, I have found.”
    I laughed. “Not, you have.”
    “Em likes to remain clothed, Slick. Clearly she’s not your type.”
    I shot a surprised look at Brad, spying