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“Yeah?” Concern marked his face as he asked, “What’s up?”

“I’m not gonna be able to do it.” I walked over to him as I continued, “Even if you wanted me to. I just can’t.”

“Whatcha talking about, brother?”

“Jenna and Luna... I can’t put them out on the street. I won’t.”

“Already knew that.”

“Oh?”

“Well, yeah? We all knew it.” He chuckled. “You think we haven’t noticed that you stopped sleeping at the clubhouse? The question is, are you gonna do anything about it?”

“That depends.”

“You ain’t gotta worry about me, brother. She’s cool. The kid is, too.”

“So, we’re good?”

“Yeah, brother. We’re good. Now, quit with the bullshit and go get your girls.”

He gave me a pat on the shoulder and then continued over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. I, on the other hand, didn’t move. I was still taking in the fact that he’d called Jenna and Luna ‘my girls’. I liked the idea, but it also rattled me—and nothing rattled me. But it wasn’t enough for me to walk away. At this point, I wasn’t sure anything would do that.

That thought had me reaching for my phone.

Me:

Got plans tonight?

Jenna:

No. Not that I can think of.

Me:

You think Stacie could watch Luna?

Jenna:

I could call and see.

Why?

Me:

Thought I’d take you over to the Vault tonight.

Let you meet some of the girls.

Jenna:

The strip club?

Me:

It’ll be good.

Jenna:

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