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fuck off.”
    “I’m not sure what he told her,” Mia murmured. “Someone wouldn’t shut up so I could
     hear.”
    “I guarantee you that Gabe didn’t fall for that line of shit,” Ash said, leaning back
     and crossing his arms over his chest.
    Mia wasn’t so sure. After all, Gabe had been married to her. The breakup of their
     relationship had formed the basis of every single relationship that had come after,
     including her own with him. That said a lot about how affected he’d been. He may well
     be angry—she didn’t dispute that for a minute. But it didn’t mean he didn’t still
     love her and it didn’t mean he wouldn’t attempt to work things out if it meant having
     her back on his terms.
    “I’ll kick his dumb ass,” Jace muttered.
    He glanced at Mia and then reached over to ruffle her hair. “We still on for dinner
     tomorrow night? What time you want me to pick you up?”
    “What? And I’m not invited?” Ash asked in horror.
    “Don’t you have someone else to bother?” Jace asked.
    Ash’s expression stiffened for a moment and then he muttered, “Family get-together.
     I’m bailing.”
    Mia’s heart softened and even Jace grimaced in sympathy. Ash’s family and Ash were
     not on speaking terms. Not in any way. Ash didn’t even make a pretense. If his family
     was involved, he made it a point to be somewhere else. And most of the time it was
     with Jace or Gabe.
    “Oh, let him come,” Mia said, keeping her tone light so Ash didn’t pick up on what
     she was doing. “It’ll keep you from lecturing me on God knows what. Ash sticks up
     for me.”
    “See, she likes me better,” Ash said smugly.
    “Okay, what time do you want us to come pick you up?” Jace said in mock resignation.
    “Six is fine. Will that work for you guys? I won’t need long to change and get ready.
     Are we eating casual or what?”
    “I know this great pub that serves food that’s right up your alley, baby girl. Wear
     jeans and we’ll hang out there,” Jace said.
    Meaning he was doing this for her because hanging out in pubs wasn’t exactly Jace’s
     thing.
    “Perfect.”
    The door opened and Gabe stuck his head in, a frown creasing his forehead. “Hey, have
     you guys seen…”
    He halted when he saw Mia sitting in front of Ash’s desk and then he glanced at Jace
     and Ash with suspicion. “Am I interrupting anything?”
    “Not at all,” Ash said nonchalantly. “We were just keeping Mia company while you kissed
     and made up with your ex.”
    Mia’s eyes widened at Ash’s daring. Holy shit but he was going to get them both in
     hot water with Gabe.
    “Shut the fuck up, Ash,” Gabe snarled.
    “Nice,” Jace muttered. “Now you’re sending Mia back in there with him when you were
     supposedly rescuing her from that fate.”
    Mia rose, hoping to head off any further snarkiness from Ash.
    “I’ll see you guys tomorrow night for dinner,” she said hurriedly as she nudged Gabe
     back through the door.
    She shut the door behind her, effectively sealing off Gabe from Jace and Ash and any
     further comments either of them would make. Without waiting for Gabe, she walked down
     to his office and entered.
    Gabe came in behind her. She could feel his presence, overwhelming. Could feel the
     heat radiating from him. He was like a seething lion. Appropriate since Ash had been
     so convinced she was heading back into the lion’s den.
    “You’re going to dinner with both of them?”
    She turned, her brows drawn at the odd note in his voice. “Yes. Ash invited himself.
     Jace is picking me up at six. I’m going straight to my apartment after work.”
    He closed in on her, his gaze intense and brooding. “Just don’t forget who you belong
     to, Mia.”
    She blinked in surprise and then she laughed. “You can’t seriously think that Ash…”
     She shook her head, unwilling to even voice such a ludicrous idea.
    He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Maybe you need a reminder.”
    There was something in his tone, in the raw power flowing from his body that made
     her remain silent and accepting.
    “Get on your knees.”
    She sank to her knees, awkwardly situating herself so that the plug remained intact.
     He fumbled with the zipper of his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock.
    “Suck it,” he ordered. “Make me come, Mia. I want that gorgeous mouth of yours wrapped
     around my dick.”
    He tilted her head back, dug his hands into her hair and then pulled her