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insane.
    “I’ve been through the wringer and I’m still standing, ain’t I?” Tripp asked, laughing and pulling me close. Swinging an arm over my shoulder, he leaned in and kissed my temple. “Don’t know what I would have done without you, Adelaide,” he confessed, kissing my cheek that time before letting me go.
    But it wasn’t quick enough because Stone and Trigger saw the whole thing.
    “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, putting a few extra feet between me and Tripp, who was oblivious to the death stares he was getting from both my uncle and the crazy man stalking our way.
    “What the fuck?” Stone gritted, coming to a stop directly in front of us, his hands shoved deep in his pockets to keep from attacking his fellow brother, I was sure. Quickly glancing over at Trigger, he shouted, “What? You ain’t gonna say shit to him about pawing at your niece? Why you always comin’ down on me, but you clam up when he does it?” Stone’s face was red with anger, and I found it both irritating and amusing. He worked himself up over nothing, and no matter how many times I told him I wasn’t interested in Tripp, that I simply cared about him getting better, he didn’t believe me.
    Correction—he didn’t necessarily believe I wanted Tripp. Instead, he was convinced the nomad wanted to get in my pants, although he used much more descriptive wording.
    “I punched the fucker for making comments about my niece. He knows not to overstep again,” my uncle proclaimed, although he still looked like he wanted to jump over the bar and clock Tripp once again.
    These men are too much sometimes.
    “Calm down, everyone,” I huffed. “Tripp is not doing anything wrong. We’re simply having a conversation, and he was thanking me for watching out for him. Making sure he’s healing all right. That’s it.” Placing my hands on my hips, my lips parted to say more but Stone cut me off.
    Glaring at Tripp, he asked, “When are you leavin’, anyway?”
    “Not enjoying my company?” he joked, smirking at Stone and egging him on.
    “No,” Stone answered, before turning his attention back to me. “If you’re done fawning all over him, I need you to look at my bullet wound,” he said, walking toward the bedroom he used when he stayed at the clubhouse.
    I knew if I didn’t indulge him he would blow up my phone or show up at my apartment or the hospital until I talked to him. I’d looked at his wound the other day and he was healing rather nicely, so I knew it was just an excuse to get me away from Tripp . . . and alone. Away from my uncle’s watchful glare was another motivation.
    “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, honey,” my uncle said, his eyes questioning me more than his words ever could.
    “I’ll be fine. You know how much of a baby Stone is.” I smiled to put him at ease.
    “I heard that, woman,” Stone called from down the hallway.
    “Well, I said it loud enough for you to hear.” I walked toward where he’d disappeared, laughing to myself that he was so easy to rile up.
    Entering his room, I quickly came face to face with his bare chest. It wasn’t like I’d never seen him shirtless before—hell, I’d run my hands all over his delectable body many times—but each time I saw him in all his glory, I was taken aback.
    He was all man.
    Powerful and virile.
    A strand of blond hair fell over his right eye when he dropped his head. Even from that angle, though, his dark eyes connected with mine and a shiver coursed through me. I’d never been as attracted to another man as I was to Stone. Something innate called to me on a baser level. I didn’t completely understand it, but it was there nonetheless. Pulsating under the surface, tempting me to let go and give in completely.
    Was it lust?
    Most definitely.
    Was it something more?
    Only time would tell, although I was leaning more toward yes the more time I spent with the infuriating man.
    Walking the few feet to reach him, my hand