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kitchen, not waiting for him to get up.
    After we had shook on being friends, we had talked about the club. Gravel was telling me all that was going on with their new business. I had heard small bits and pieces from Lo, but never the full gist of what was going on.
    “I know you said you were just going to make sandwiches, but I know with you a sandwich is not just a sandwich.” He grabbed the ice tea from the fridge and filled his glass.
    He was right. I had made turkey clubs with avocado, pepper bacon, and homemade aioli. I grabbed a bag of classic potato chips out of the cabinet and set it on the table next to the sandwiches.
    “Food should taste good,” I murmured as I sat down at the table next to Gravel.
    “You’re right, darling, but your food could be illegal it tastes so good.” Gravel picked up his sandwich and tore a big bite out of it. He moaned, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back.
    “Good?” I asked, as I open the bag of chips and put some on my plate.
    “The fucking best,” he said before he took another bite.
    For once we sat in comfortable silence eating lunch. The past week had been filled with tense moments and uncomfortable silence.
    “So, who’s going to be in charge of the strip club, once it opens?” I asked as I finished my sandwich.
    “King was thinking Slider was going to take over the daily running of things, although I’m sure half of the brothers will be there every night.” Gravel laughed as he pushed his plate away.
    “I’m sure you’re right about that, along with half of the town.” I chuckled as I grabbed our empty plates and took them to the sink. I rinsed them off and put them in the dishwasher.
    “You want to get out of here?” Gravel asked, my back to him.
    I slowly turned around and looked at him. “Me?” I asked, looking around the room, thinking maybe someone had appeared that Gavel was talking to.
    “Darlin’.” Gravel smirked as he got up and headed out of the kitchen. ‘Be ready in ten minutes,” he said walking down the hall.
    I heard his bedroom door shut and laughed. What in the hell just happened?
    I grabbed the dish towel and wiped off my hands. I threw it on the counter, still laughing to myself.
    Apparently all it took for Gravel to notice me, was to act like I didn’t want to be by him. Men. And they say women are finicky.
    I flipped off the kitchen light and headed to my room to change my clothes and get ready. I had no idea what Gravel had planned, but I knew I was going to be ready in ten minutes, waiting at the door to see where the day would take us.

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    Gravel
    “This fucking lane is rigged,” I grumbled as I watched my ball veer to the left and hit the gutter before it made it half way down the lane.
    “I think it might have something to do with the operator,” Ethel giggled as she walked up next to me and grabbed her hot pink ball. All the fucking balls and she had to find the only pink one.
    She walked up to the lane, lined up her feet, and did a cute little shuffle that wiggled her ass at me and whipped her ball down the lane, knocking down all the pins. Did I mention her ball only weighed eight fucking pounds? I could probably throw the fucker over the building without breaking a sweat.
    “Yes!” she cheered as she jumped up and down with her hands up in the air.
    I smiled at her. She was having a hell of a time. My goddamn shoulder was killing me, but I would cut the fucking thing off before we left. “Good job, darlin’.”
    “Thanks,” she said, a huge smile stretched across her face.
    I rubbed my shoulder and looked down the lane, watching my ball roll down the lane and up the ball return. “Last frame, maybe I can make a comeback,” I joked, looking up at the screen seeing Ethel had 187 points, and I only had 85. Well, maybe I could break 100.
    I tossed my ball down the lane and only managed to knock three pins down. I kept my back to Ethel, hearing her laugh her ass off at