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“Yeah.” I glanced around the bar. “I was gonna go to the salon. My hair needs trimming, plus Tris and Anna know I’m back. They’ll start to think I’m ignoring them if I don’t go and see them.”

“Can I tag along?” Cara asked. “Cash has got Wilder and won’t give him back. I’ve expressed plenty, so he won’t even notice I’m gone.” Her lips pursed. “That’s all I’m needed for these days, titty milk. My cute little boobies have turned into fucking cow’s udders.”

“Oh my God!” a voice shrieked from behind, “How are you wearing the Kate Botta 85 leather knee boots?! Say it isn’t so!”

I turned to see Kennedy floating toward me on air, staring down at my boots with stars in her eyes. As she approached, she fell to her knees as if in worship. “They’re so beautiful.” Her eyes caught on my calfskin bag, and she squealed. “Pretty!”

I held out a hand to help her up, grinning.

“Colt bought them for her,” Cara whispered from behind her hand. “Sorry for being an asshole gifts.”

A slow grin spread over Kennedy’s face. “I think I’d be encouraging Kit to be an asshole if his way of making things right was a pair of Kate Botta boots.”

I made a mental note to send Kit a few pictures of what Kennedy liked. My brother had arranged to take Kai and Kady to the mall to pick out gifts for her birthday. Obviously, a pair of Louboutins would earn him some brownie points.

“Freya’s going to the salon,” Cara told her. “Thought I’d tag along too. Cash and John have spirited Wilder away. Xan said I should catch up on some sleep, but nanna naps make me feel worse. A pamper session would be good. You coming?”

“Definitely,” Kennedy said with a decisive nod. “Let me get my stuff.” She turned and strutted in the direction of Kit’s room, ass swaying as she went.

My eyes slid to Cara. “You seem to get on well with her.”

“She’s a fucking riot,” Cara said with an evil grin. “Love Layla and Sophie, but that chick’s turned the clubhouse into a fun place to be. You weren’t here, but not long ago, she put bitch Cherry in her place. Dunno if you heard, but Cherry started getting mouthy with Soph, so Kennedy challenged her to a strip off. I joined in, which was hilarious, seeing as I was days away from having Wilder. You can imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when I climbed up onto the bar, heavily pregnant, and busted some moves. Cash loved it, even though he had to stand in front of me at the bar, ready to catch me if I tripped.”

I busted out a laugh. “I heard Cherry got kicked out. Is that why?”

“Yeah,” Cara replied. “She got too big for her skanky boots. After the whole April thing, John’s coming down hard on the club girls.”

“It’s been a long time coming. The guys have definitely gotten complacent. They should’ve taken them all to task after what April did to you years ago.”

Cara smiled. “Thank you. I’m glad I’ve got your and the other ladies' support. I felt a lot of resentment toward your dad and the other guys. I talked to him about it, and he apologized. We’re on track now, and Wilder’s helped bring us all close again.”

I reached out and squeezed her arm. “I missed you. When you and Cash split, I lost a sister. I’m glad you’re back and better than ever.”

Cara took my hand and pulled me in for a hug. “Me too. Freya. I’m sorry I upped and left you. I was so fucking heartbroken and depressed, but I should’ve realized you were caught in the middle too. If it’s any consolation, I missed you all terribly. I remember lying in bed the Christmas after it happened, crying because I knew you’d all be having fun here without me.”

I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes, noting how they glistened. “That’s just it, Cara. Nothing was the same without you.”

She beamed. “Good. If I had a shit time, you should’ve had one too.”

I rolled my eyes. “Same old Cara.”

“You better believe it,” she grinned. “Some things never change.”

“You three together are trouble,” the prospect muttered as he reversed into a parking space a hundred yards away from the salon. “Your men must be fuckin’ sadists.”

“Aww, Billy,” Cara said in a baby voice. “You nervous of us itty bitty girls?”

“Scared fuckin’ shitless more like,” he muttered, switching off the engine. “I’ll wait here for ya. Take your time. I’m gettin’ out of cleaning duty bein’ here.” He settled back in the driver’s seat and pulled out his phone.

We opened the car doors and stepped onto the street, shouting our goodbyes to Billy as we slammed them closed and headed toward the salon.

A high-pitched and loud“ladieeeees”filled the crisp fall air.

I looked to see Tristan standing at the doors of the salon, clasping his hands together. “Oh, my laaawdy!” he drawled excitedly. “It’s like watching a Vogue fashion spread materialize before my very eyes.”

“Hey Tristan,” Kennedy called out.

“Afternoon, Farrah,” he called back. “Hair’s lookin’stunning. I gotta new keratin treatment in if you want Uncle Trissy to give you the goods. Your mane’s amazin’, but I can get those locks feelin’ as smooth as a baby’s ass.”

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