“That’s different!” He came up behind me. “You’re not supposed to be sexy. There’re too many men here who want a piece of you already. Don’t get me started on last night either.”
“Since when is there a dress code in this club?” I smacked his arm. “I can handle myself, Bricky.” I smirked at the nickname. I walked backward toward the bar. “Big girl, remember?” I turned, dropped my bag, and bent over at the waist to make him more uncomfortable. This was why we were best friends. We were assholes with big hearts…but assholes first.
“Such a dick.”
I scooped up my bag. “Why, thank you.”
“But, really, the strip joint?” He leaned on the bar and watched me unpack. “Seriously, Tess, what were you thinking?”
I saw Trigger walk by the bar. He had changed into jeans, biker boots, and a dark t-shir
