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Dillon watched as Katherine walked away from him into the crowd and knew his hopes for sharing his bed were shot to hell. She flirted even more with the firefighters and all the single men in the crowd. He didn’t know if she was intentionally pissing him off or not, but it was working.
“Son of a b***h,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing a glass of wine from the bar.
“You okay?” Sean asked.
Dillon nodded sharply, but Sean followed his gaze and grinned when he saw Katherine smiling up at the big, tattooed firefighter.
“Lost to a firefighter, huh?”
“f**k you.”
Sean’s grin widened. “Feels good to have someone else play in your sandbox.”
“What do you want, Sean?”
His brother shook his head. “Not a thing, big brother. Not a thing.”
Sean walked off, leaving Dillon to stew.
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