“Don’t do this.”“Do what?” Ryder shot back.Jax exhaled slowly. “I told you. I’m not your friend, Hayes.”“Right. Right, right, right.” Ryder nodded too fast. “Yeah, sure. But you’ve been real fucking friendly these past few days, that’s all. Don’t worry, I don’t want to braid your hair or some shit.” He leaned back, spreading his hands. “If I’m fucking a guy, I just want the full experience, okay.”One of Jax’s brows arched.“What,” Ryder pressed, defensive now, “you don’t have time for one goddamn drink?”Jax sighed, rubbing his thumb along the rim of his glass. “You’re trying to take me on some shitty date, Hayes?”“Whoa—no.” Ryder barked a laugh. “What the hell, man? I have a girlfriend. And this is not a shitty date.”“Wow, okay,” Jax said dryly. “Lucky Lila.”Ryder squared his shoulders. “Yeah. Lucky Lila. But this isn’t a date, and we’re not besties. It’s just—part of hooking up. Alright?” He gestured between them. “So drink your drink and get your shit together on the ice.”“
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