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bar, and the guy leaned over closer. Their heads nearly bumped, and they both laughed. Up close he was even more handsome. There was a look in his eyes that did a number on her insides. She wanted to ask his name, but then he would think she was interested. So far they hadn’t asked her name yet.
    “I asked if you all were brothers.”
    He held her gaze and inhaled as if he smelled her.
    It should have felt creepy, but instead, her body seemed to react in its own way. She felt the sudden moisture against her folds. Holy fuck! This guy was so hot he could make her come just by whispering to her.
    “Yes, we are,” the other guy answered, and she wondered how the hell he heard her when he was so far away. She had a funny feeling in her stomach and quickly looked toward the clock on the wall. She had to get ready for her set, and it took time to do the makeup and attach the wig. She’d better disguise herself well or one of these brothers was going to grope her on the stage. The thought caused a tingling in her belly.

    * * * *

    Logan watched as the bartender walked toward the end of the bar and spoke with another bartender.
    “What do we do?” Frankie asked.
    “Nothing we can do without scaring her,” Logan stated.
    “How can you be so fucking calm when we just found our fucking mate?” Vince asked.
    “Because we know she works here and she’s not going anywhere?” Logan replied, and Frankie looked down the bar for her.
    “We should have grabbed her when we could have. She’s gone,” he replied, sounding annoyed, and his brothers all searched the bar for her.
    “Fuck!” Sunny exclaimed.
    “Don’t panic. She has to be around here somewhere. Do what we do best and investigate,” Logan added, and they all agreed to find out anything they could about the bartender.

    * * * *

    Logan and Vince were caught up in questioning Charlie, the owner of the place, when suddenly the main strip act was about to begin. Logan and his brothers joined the rest of the crowd as everyone pushed for a front row seat.
    “I love you, Charlie!” the bachelor, Alex, exclaimed as he moved as close as he could to the stage.
    “What the fuck is the big deal?” Frankie asked Alex’s partner and fellow cop, Ken.
    “This dancer is special. She only performs once a month, or maybe two or three months could pass without her performing. The rumor is she’s in the witness protection program.”
    “What?” Frankie asked then chuckled.
    “I’ve got to see this.”
    “I’m telling you, Frankie, once you get a load of the body on this blonde, you will be searching for a woman just like her and coming back here week after week.”
    “She’s that fucking hot?” Frankie asked, and his buddy nodded.
    The lights lowered, leaving a slight dim over the stage and nowhere else.
    The announcer’s voice echoed over the loudspeaker.
    “Gentlemen, Stiletto’s is honored to have a special guest this evening in honor of one of our loyal patrons, Officer Alex.” The crowd of men cheered and screamed as Alex sat holding the sides of his seat with anticipation. The sound of a slow drum beating in the background added to the anticipation of the announcement.
    “Stiletto’s is proud to introduce for your ultimate pleasure this evening, in one of her rare appearances, Miss Lola Lamore!”
    The audience roared with excitement as the drum roll began and instantly a bright light shined on Miss Lola from the breasts down.
    “Holy fuck!” Frankie exclaimed and his brothers added similar comments.
    They wanted closer and now regretted not moving in while they had a chance, but they were looking for their mate.

    * * * *

    Logan gave up trying to see around the crowded, dark club and instead focused on the voluptuous blonde on stage. She wore six-inch stilettos and had the most perfect set of toned, muscular legs he’d ever seen on a woman. The fire-engine red nightie and a sequin mask that only covered her eyes left just enough to the imagination.