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“You came?” I try to sound nonchalant as Reagan stops in front of me.

“Luna offered since Bea is with Austin tonight.”

“Is Bea your daughter?” Gwen asks Reagan, cutting in and reminding me she’s still standing here.

Touching me.

So close, all I smell is her perfume.

Reagan opens her mouth, but I lift off my stool, answering for her, “No, she’s mine.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were a dad.” Gwen’s eyes brighten at the realization.

Something about her excitement turns me off even more, which is why I never talk about Bea at clubhouse parties. Women get the impression that just because I’m a dad, it means I’ll want something serious from them.

I don’t.

“Shit.” Venom bumps into the back of Gwen, spilling her drink on the floor. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Gwen spins, her eyes widening on Venom. “It’s fine.”

He grins back, and I use the distraction to put some distance between us. Venom looks at me long enough to confirm I have no interest, and when I shake my head, he leads her away.

Reagan watches the scene play out, and I wish I knew what she was thinking.

“Want a drink?” I offer, expecting her to tell me to fuck off.

“Really?” Her eyebrows pinch. “You’re not going to try to kick me out of the party?”

“Why would I kick you out?”

“Because that’s what you did the last two times I’ve been here.”

I’m an asshole. Fair enough.

“It’s fine.” I shrug, shoving down the thought that I’m too curious to see what she’ll do if I don’t make her leave. “Stay if you think you can handle it.”

She rolls her shoulders back and slides onto the stool next to me. “Don’t worry,Legacy. I can handle myself just fine.”

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Reagan

In a room wheremadness is plentiful, there are invisible lines everywhere.

Between the old ladies and patch bunnies.

Between the club members and prospects.

Between the townies and club regulars.

One Twisted Kings party and I’m quickly wrapping my head around the dynamics, even if I’m still figuring out what to make of them. Or Jesse, for that matter, who is relaxed and entirely different around his brothers.

He’s more lighthearted at the clubhouse than he was the first time I saw him here. And definitely more at ease than he’s been around me when we’re at his house. He smiles without the weight in his eyes. A disarming, blinding grin stretches his face at something Ghost says, and it steals my breath.

I pretend not to notice as I take a sip of my drink and watch him from across the bar, but I’m failing miserably,considering I have no idea what Luna is talking about. I can’t help it. The second Chaos came out of the hallway with some girl, they disappeared to the other end of the bar, and Jesse hasn’t said a word to me since.

I can’t say I blame him.

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