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Danny hadn’t thought it would be Chin to be the hothead. Staring angrily at the haole who was still trying to pass Danny his number. Then again he couldn’t see Steve’s face behind him.
"He said he’s taken brah. That means you need to back off."
The man blanched, finally comprehending. Pale legs, tacky surf shorts, and wasted as only a spring breaker could get. Otherwise it never would have gone this far.
Steve laughed as Danny settled against his chest, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Let him be Chin," his partner smirked. "Danny’s tastes don’t run Jersey anymore."