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“Not with him,” she snorts.
“Um…” Rylee taps my shoulder. “We need to talk.”
“Yes.” I drag my thumb over Juliana’s bottom lip. “Stay, I’ll be right back.” I turn to Rylee and motion to the door. I see Sally’s grin and wink at her as I walk by.
“You are so fucking lucky,” she whispers. My mate says nothing, but I feel her pleasure. I open the door and allow Rylee to walk through before following. We don’t speak until we are beside the bar.
