The Things We Do-2

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Ryker, the ass, grinned. “Sometimes that’s the only thing that’ll get a point across, especially when the guy cops a feel without permission.” Oh. “You should have kicked him in the nuts, too,” I retorted. I hated people who felt entitled to do whatever they wanted. I’d experienced enough of that to last a lifetime. Laughing, Ryker said, “Maybe I’ll do that next time.” A huge bouncer came over, and Ryker explained the situation. With the guy on the floor taken care of, I got out my cell phone and looked at the time. Eleven o’clock. s**t. I would deeply regret this excursion in the morning. I turned to leave, but Ryker grabbed me gently by the arm. “Hey, wait. How about I buy you a drink? Do you have to leave so soon?” I wished I could see his face clearly enough to find out if he was r

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