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Her eyes widened. “No, I love it. I just thought maybe you’d want to see where I live. I mean, you know the complex, but you’ve never been inside my apartment. And all my stuff is there.”

Without thought, he said. “Then bring your stuff here.”

She knitted her brows. “What kind of stuff?”

“Whatever you want to bring.”

Nash knew this was moving fast. He should’ve been cautious. But he wasn’t.

I want her in my space.

Chapter Fifteen

Charley stopped at the curb in front of her apartment complex. She looked to the right, then the left, and again to the right. She crossed the street and headed up the walkway to The Bowery. At least it was only across the street.

With spending all of her time at Nash’s, it was by crazy coincidence she happened to be home when Keely called with a desperate plea.

“The guy I matched with on the app asked me out.” Her tone hiked, and she squealed. The high pitch was enough for Charley to pull the phone away from her ear. “Can you believe it? He’s so hot!”

Charley chuckled, pressing the phone to her ear. “That’s great, Keely.”

“I know. Right? So, I need to borrow that green top you have. You know, the one from Elle’s store?”

Charley knew exactly which top she was referring to. It was a beautiful shirt, slightly low-cut without being too revealing…on Charley. However, Keely was blessed in a department where Charley lacked. Her A cup compared to Keely’s C cup would look a lot different in the shirt.

“Are you sure? It’s really low cut.”

Keely burst out laughing. “Why do you think I’m asking to borrow it?”

Charley chuckled and walked to her bedroom. “Do you want me to drop it off at your apartment?”

“I’m actually running behind.”

There was no surprise in that statement. If being late was an Olympic sport, Keely would win Gold every time.

“Can you meet me at The Bowery in an hour? My shift starts at six, and I’ll get it from you then.”

“Okay.”

*

Promptly at five fifty-five, Charley walked over. There were a few cars pulling into the lot, but they had to be employees. She’d come to learn her new neighbors didn’t open their doors until seven, and the line wouldn’t start forming for another half hour. The Bowery didn’t have the same crowd as the X-Lounge, but it was busy every night they were open.

She grabbed the door and walked inside. There were a few people pulling chairs down from tables as she glanced around. It was her first time in the club. It had a similar vibe of the X-Lounge but not quite as big.

“Can I help you?”

Charley turned toward the male voice and locked eyes on the guy behind the bar. She gave a short wave as she made her way across the room. He had his hands pressed on the bar and offered a welcoming smile.

“Hi. I’m meeting my friend. She works here and asked me to drop something off.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Keely.”

He stilled and stared back at her. She was seconds from offering Keely’s last name when he broke out in a smile.

“You must be Charley.”

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