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Chelsey
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“Going my way?” asked Liam, smirking as he pulled up next to us. Unfortunately for Melody, he’d found some jeans, along with a new T-shirt. “By the way,” he took off his sunglasses and winked. “I’m driving.”
“That’s fine. You know, I was almost worried that you’d be free-balling it,” said Slade, walking around the car to the passenger door. He opened the door and we all got in.
Liam handed Slade a T-shirt. “With this heat? Hell, no. Things would be sticking to the seat that shouldn’t be. Now, if I was on my motorcycle... wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Thanks for those disturbing images,” said Slade, pulling the T-shirt over his head.
I pictured a n***d Liam, on a Harley, his hair flying in the wind, grinning like a lunatic, and had to laugh. “Would you wear a helmet, a
