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excursion out of her trailer, he excused himself. Near the exit, he turned, giving her one last look and their eyes met. She had been watching him walk away and the blush spreading across her delicate features was a telltale sign fata had liked what she had seen.
    He tossed her a lazy grin, deepening her blush. Oh yeah. This one was a babe in the fucking woods. Probab ly a virgin, to boot. Nice. He hadn't fucked a virgin in a long ass time.
    Gerik appeared beside her, frowning at him. He winked and Gerik's eyes went white. Laughing, he turned around and left. Poor Gerik. He would have his little fată on her back, thighs spread, and hymen broken, before the end of the week, he was sure of it.
    He frowned at the stars. “Didn't exactly work out as planned, did it?”
    Motherfucking her . While he sat here pining, what the fuck was she doing?
    He snorted. She was doing Gerik. Frate had finally gotten what he had wanted. No, she had finally gotten what she had really wanted. He had seen the two of them together. Seen how perfect they had looked together. How she had responded to him sexually, despite her innocence. Hell, she had bee n damn nervous with him, didn’t have a clue about being with a man. But with Gerik, she had been an instant pro. Looking back on it, she had only been fighting the inevitable.
    Jericho passed him the jug of Plum Ţuică and he took a healthy swallow before pa ssing it on to Shandor. Sighing contentedly, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the soft whine of Lajos’s violin. Gerik, Stefan and Mihai were quietly arguing, Jericho was humming, Shandor was rambling on about something, and like usual, Hockey was mostly silent. It was a moment of peace in a life without it.
    “Ah lepo dekle na lep večer,” Marcell grunted.
    “Boys night?”
    His eyes popped open and yep, there she was. The object of his fucking obsession. The reason he had been jerking off, something he hadn't done since the age of twelve.
    “Not at all. Please join us.” Jericho motioned to the chair next to his and offered Trinity the Ţuică. He stared as her lips parted and wrapped around the mouth of the jug. She tilted her head back and swallowed and swallowed…and swallowed. Dammit. He was hard again. Just from watching her throat work.
    She was smiling when she handed the jug back to Jericho. “Mmmmm. My daddy would have loved this.”
    “Your father liked his spirits?” Stefan asked.
    She grinned, showing off her dimples. “He was a big fan of Absinthe and Ouzo.”
    “Man after my own heart," he said, because he couldn't think of anything else to say and he so desperately wanted her to notice him. And she did. She looked right at him and like a deer caught in the bright gleam of headlights, he just stared at her. Fuck, when had he become such a girl?
    “I’m assuming, Trinity, we have you to thank for three fresh batches of jerky?” Jericho smiled at her and she nodded, looking disgusted. Heh. Making beef jerky was not for the weak. He had to hand it to her. She had taken to Gypsy life surprisingly well. Although, she hadn’t had much of a choice.
    “Thanks to Becki I’ll probably never get the stink out of me.”
    Shandor laughed. “Where is that roommate of yours?”
    Her expression sobered and her eyes shot to her feet. Ah, so she knew. Becki had better be careful or her rendezvous’ with Tobar were going to become public knowledge.
    “Sleeping,” she mumbled.
    “Mmm…hmm.” Shandor drawled, shooting him an amused glance that he answered with a smirk.
    Hockey flipped the brim of his hat up and turned toward Shandor, glaring.
    “What?” Shandor put his hands up. “Just asking where she was?”
    Hockey turned to Trinity. “Trinity? Can I talk to you for a minute?”
    For a moment he was simply stunned Hockey had spoken nine whole words, and in the form of sentence no less. Then he realized, as did everyone else, exactly what Hockey had asked of her. Trinity looked just as