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“Cool, huh?” Livia asked, smiling wide.

“This is amazing!” Adira turned in a circle to take it all in. “This is my first time in a bar.”

Livia blinked. “Really?”

Her incredulous tone brought heat to Adira’s cheeks. “Never really had a desire. Or a chance.”

“And now?”

“I want to come back again and again!”

Livia smiled. “Come on. Drink first followed by dancing. Learning the steps is easy.”

“Just soda for me. I’ll be the designated driver.”

“You sure?”

Adira nodded.

The next few hours flew by as she danced to song after song. Livia had been right. The choreography was easy to learn. She enjoyed herself so much she forgot she was supposed to be checking out potential lovers. When she finally needed a break, they made their way to the bar.

“Thank you,” she told Livia.

“For?”

“For bringing me here. I love this. I never thought I’d like line dancing so much.”

They ordered their drinks and after they were delivered, they turned to people-watch.

“Okay, I need to know what type of man you like. I can help you better if I know where your taste lies.”

Adira looked at all the men, trying to find someone who interested her. Most men were dressed in jeans, boots, and wore cowboy hats. Some were preppy guys who reminded her of Abel. She immediately dismissed those types of men. The cowboys didn’t appeal.

“No?” Livia asked. “What about that man?”

She pointed to a guy wearing a Polo shirt and Adira shook her head. “Definitely not.”

“How about him?”

Livia nodded to a big muscled bouncer and Adira wrinkled her nose. There wasn’t anyone she found attractive, despite that many men watched them. They finally left the bar, and although she didn’t find a man to take her V-card, she had fun. This was a world she had never visited before and she found she had loved it. She wanted more of it.

For the first time since leaving her childhood home, she thought she’d have fun discovering who Adira Dobias really was.

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The next morning, she walked into the kitchen and came to an abrupt halt. A large, muscular man wearing a leather cut and sporting tattoos sat at the table eating pancakes.

“Morning,” Livia said. “This is my boyfriend, Courtney. Court, this is Adira.”

“Nice to meet you,” Adira said, holding out her hand. Courtney shook it.

“Pancakes?”

“Sure,” she replied. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Nope. I’ve got it all handled.”

“Okay. I can do dishes.”

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