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Randy lifted his hands up and moved away as Army and Taylor stepped off the platform.
“Army? Are you hurt?” Stiletto said, walking toward him.
In multi-colored yoga pants hugging against her skin, Army bet she turned a few heads when she came in. She did his, and that was the reason he got clobbered.
Deciding to play on her sympathies, he smiled weakly. “I’m just a little dizzy. I need to sit down.”
“You just told Randy you were fine,” Taylor said. “I better get him. You may have a concussion.”
“Leave it the fuck alone,” he gritted, and then he saw understanding flicker in Stiletto’s eyes.
She shook her head. “Seriously? That’s just sleazy.” She whirled around and marched away, her cute rounded ass bouncing in pants that left little to the imagination. “Greatest thing ever invented,” Army said.
“What is?” Taylor asked.
Army cocked his head to one side, his eyes still fixed on Stiletto’s delicious curviness. “Yoga pants. It’s like we almost get to see it all, but then we don’t. They’re the ultimate temptation.”
Taylor folded his arms over his chest. “You’re right about that, and Mia fills them out real good … so does Kat.”
Army didn’t give a shit about the blonde, his gaze was on the vixen who was playing with his emotions. As if she sensed being watched, she turned around and met his gaze. “She’s a real cutie,” he muttered.
“Stay away from her,” Taylor said.
“We’re both adults. If Stiletto wants to play, it’s not any of your fuckin’ business.”
“She’s my friend. Anyway, she thinks you’re a jerk. She told me.”
“So, she’s talking about me.” Army winked at her, and she turned around, her high ponytail swinging across her shoulders.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Mia’s not into you. She thinks you’re an asshole. Leave her alone. She’s still getting over a breakup.”
“First—I am an asshole and women still clamor for me. Second—who was her ex? Was he a fighter?”
“No. He seemed like a really good guy, but he kept pushing her to get married. She wasn’t ready.”
Runs from marriage. Just my type of woman.“How long did they go out?”
“About five or six months, I think. She met him pretty soon after she moved here. He’d always send her huge bouquets of flowers at the gym. I think it was his way of telling us guys she was taken.”
“I don’t see her as a flowers kind of woman.”
Taylor shrugged. “She likes them, and some guys love giving them, but her ex overdid it.” He chuckled. “I bet you never gave a woman flowers in your life besides the corsages Dad bought for your dates when you went to the school formals.”
“Yeah, it’s not my style.”
“You have a style? I thought it was—meet a pretty woman, charm her, bed her—rinse and repeat.” Taylor laughed.
“You know me too well.” He clasped his brother’s shoulder. “I’m gonna walk around and see what everyone’s doing.”
“You meanMia.”
“You said it.”
“Mayhem! Are you here to train or to chat?” Raptor yelled. “Get your ass over here.”
“Don’t piss anyone off,” Taylor said.
“Pissing people off is what I do, bro.” Army laughed when Taylor threw him a dirty look over his shoulder as he jogged over to Raptor.
