“I swear Ollie, if I get shot in the head, I’m coming back to haunt your ass.” Lark hissed at her friend as they entered a dive bar in the shadiest part of Houston. She rubbed her nose with the back of her hands, “this place smells like piss.”
“It really does.” Ollie grimaced. “Guess this certainly isn’t a romantic reintroduction.”
Lark bumped into Ollie’s back as the woman in front of her came to a complete stop. Her friend’s muttered “f**k me couldn’t he have gone bald?” had her looking over Ollie’s shoulder and then gasping.
Three of the most gorgeous yet hardened men she ever saw in her life were sitting at a table facing the entrance to the bar and Lark knew the one in the middle with the shark eyes was the one Ollie was pining for. He was visually stunning with thick black hair, e
