SNAP (The SNAP Trilogy Book 1) by Tara Dawn Page B

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    The people disappear from the house as fast as the envelopes do. Within fifteen minutes the house is silent and the guy at the head of the table is the only one who remains besides us. I watch out of the corner of my eye as he counts stacks of money and bundles it. He gets up from the table and folds a stack over slipping it into his back pocket before walking off somewhere in the house. He comes back minutes later strolling toward the kitchen.
    "Business taken care of?" Erick asks him.
    "Yes. Now I can finally relax until dude shows up for his money. We can go do whatever after that or chill here. Doesn't matter to me," he says glancing my way and giving me the once over.
    "Dustin, this is Hazel, Cady's friend," Erick says making introductions.
    "Yeah, she's the hellcat that threw me out of the bar earlier tonight," Bobby tosses in, laughing.
    "You deserved it, jackass," I spout.
    Bobby grabs his heart as if I hurt him and I chuckle at his antics.
    "Any friend of Cady's is a friend of mine. As long as they ain't a snitch." Dustin eyes me as if trying to read my mind. I stare him down giving him the same look. He isn't on the same drugs as the man at his table earlier. His green eyes are very visible and begin twinkling as he chuckles. "Good to know you can hold your own around here. You're gonna need that." He nods his head once at me before speaking to everyone in the group. "Let's go chill in the other room till dude gets here. We can dose up when he leaves."
    Everyone sounds off with hell yeah's as we grab fresh beers and follow Dustin. I'm left wondering what he means by dosing up as I sit next to Bobby on the only open seat.
    "We on the love seat, baby." Bobby wags his dark brows at me making me snort.
    He joins in the conversation as I listen and watch them interact with each other. Bobby isn't a bad looking guy, but you can tell he doesn't have his priorities straight. He's all about having a good time and is goofy as hell. No matter what's being said, he always has some sharp, witty comeback to make us all laugh. Same as Erick. They are two peas in a pod.
    "You're trouble, aren'tcha?" Dustin asks me as he rests against the couch, one arm up on the back the other on the armrest holding his beer.
    I didn't notice how long his dark brown hair was before. It hangs over his brows almost in his eyes that are as dark as his hair. His features and skin tone hint to a Hispanic heritage somewhere in his bloodline.
    "Why do you say that?" I take a drink of my beer as he watches me intently.
    "You don't talk much and you watch everything that goes on around you," he states. I can see the wheels in his head turning. "I saw you watching us in the dining room."
    "I'm always aware of my surroundings. I don't walk into anything blindly. Nothing wrong with that." We sit and watch each other for a moment before he turns his attention back to Erick as if we said nothing at all.
    Dustin's phone begins ringing and he exits the room to take the call.
    "So, Hazel…that hot hunk of man meat say anything to you at the bar?" The smile that comes over Cady's face has Erick frowning at her. He really does like her and it bothers him that she talks about other guys this way, even if it's about someone hitting on me.
    I sigh and frown a little too. "No. I'll probably never see him again after tonight. So sad. He was quite the looker."
    "Yes he was. He watched every move you made. Hell, a lot of guys watched every move you made in that dress. Told you it was a good idea." Her blue eyes twinkle with laughter and she winks at me.
    "The dress looked good on ya," Bobby jumps into the conversation. "It was topic of discussion quite a few times."
    "They all waited for the damn thing to ride up and give them a show." I snort at my own joke.
    "Hell yeah we did. What's underneath has to be way better," Bobby exclaims.
    I elbow him in the side and we all start laughing. 
    Dustin returns to the room and sits down. "Looks like dude isn't coming. He