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I let out a laugh.

“Just make sure I don’t end up leaving with the bartender, please.” I bat my lashes.

The last thing I need is that anxiety in the morning.

Not that I have a job to go to anymore.

“Shall we dance instead?” she asks.

“Yeah. I like that plan.”

She finishes up her drink and we push our way through the crowd back onto the dance floor.

This time, a group of guys approaches us.

“Mind if we join?” the tall one at the front asks.

He’s pretty stacked in his tight blue shirt and jeans. His hair is short, and he has a neat beard. Kinda cute.

“Carry on.”

With each song, we laugh and shake our butts to the music.

“What’s your name?” the big guy asks.

“Ha—” I swallow.

“Harlow.”

He flashes his teeth as he smiles.

“Nice name. I’m Jason.” He holds out his hand, and I shake it.

Instead of letting go, he spins me under his arm, and I crash into his chest, my hands landing on his pecs.

I quickly push away so I can get some air.

“Dance with me?” he asks, looking down at me.

What have I got to lose?

Nothing can ever hurt as bad as losing Conan. There’s a gaping hole in my life.

Chapter 82

CONAN

“Conan,” Finn warns.

I see red.

“He’s got his fucking hands on her,” I growl.

Rowan slides me a whiskey. I swallow it in one gulp. It does nothing to calm my rage.

“Don’t be a dick. She’s not fucking him on stage, is she? It’s just a dance. Calm the fuck down or I’ll tranquilize your ass.”

Great.

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