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Which was nothing compared to the twenty-one-year difference between Asher and me.

And just thinking about him... it was making it hard. So, so hard.

Even more reason for me to distance myself.

It’s been hard, but I’ve been doing it.

There have been times when I wanted to talk to Stella and see what she thinks.

There have been times that I wanted to talk to Asher and see if the massive uncontrollable feelings I have for that man are only one-sided.

But like every birthday we’ve had since we met, we’ve either celebrated it at Stella’s house or here at the clubhouse, and this was no different.

“So, this is how you want to spend your twenty-first birthday?” Stella asked.

I smiled, “Yeah.”

Stella sighed, “Ugh, we could go dancing at a club. Why, Co? Why?”

I giggled, “Do you remember what happened the last time we went to a club?” I asked her.

Her face paled, “Yeah, forget I said anything. This works. Totally works.”

We went to a club when we were twenty to celebrate her cosmetology degree and my accounting degree.

Since we went to community college, it was easier for both of us.

But back to that night.

We had dressed up in short black dresses.

The night had been good.

We had gotten ready together at her house.

Stopped and had food, and then went to the club called Juice.

We had danced, and any time a guy tried to dance with us, we shoved them away.

Until one of the guys didn’t appreciate it.

Oh, he had walked away...

Unbeknownst to us... we had someone watching us, making sure we stayed safe.

Pagan was there.

And over the years, Pagan had bulked up. And he had bulked up huge.

He wasn’t as big as Creature... he just didn’t have the height.

But he was as big as Coal.

Apparently, Pagan had read the situation correctly.

So, when the douchebag brought back four of his buddies... Pagan wasn’t alone.

No.

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