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“You’re not going to chicken out, are you?”Devra asked as she clutched Wren’s wrist and dragged her toward the door.“I’ve never been to a concert and I really want to see one.I checked out Kason’s music online and it’s really great.Come on, please.Trevon and Quinn wouldn’t like it if I went alone, but they’ll be fine if we have a girls’ night out.”

“The Hot Rods ladies are going.Whether or not I’m there, you won’t be alone.”Wren laughed despite her trepidation.“Mustang Sally by herself is enough to scare off anyone who’d bug you.Sabra, Kaelyn, and Nola are way tougher than me, too.”

“Blah blah, whatever.Get your ass outside.”Devra grinned.“Don’t tell me you don’t want to see Kason again.He invited you, not us.Besides, you look incredible in that dress.”

“I still say I should wear jeans,” Wren grumbled.

“No way.You look amazing.I mean you always do, like when you wore that silky jumper thing to our wedding.But when’s the last time you put on an actual dress?”Devra asked.

That was exactly the problem.“Five years ago, give or take.”

“I know you’re comfortable in your usual get up, but don’t tell me you don’t love the way you look in this.I saw your face light up the moment you tried it on.”Devra shook her arm, covered in zillions of thin gold bangle bracelets.She looked pretty hot herself, sporting dark eye liner and a burgundy V-neck top over a black leather mini-skirt she had to have borrowed from Nola or Sally.

Devra wasn’t lying.Wren did feel spectacular.Like she was reclaiming a piece of her she’d thought was gone forever.“It’s just…kind of…freaking me out, okay?”

“I know.”Devra hugged her.“It’s hard to change.It’s scary to stop being comfortable and reach for what you really want.But it’s so worth it.”

Wren smiled at her friend.“Yeah, when you end up married to two hot-as-hell men who think the world of you and shower you with love and affection.”

“Is that what you want, too?”Devra wondered.“Because if it happened to me, it’s possible, you know?”

“I’d settle for one guy who really loves me.But if it worked out that way…” Wren nodded.“I wouldn’t say no.”

Devra shot her a disbelieving glance.Thankfully, she didn’t push the issue.

Okay, fine.Wren admitted it to herself.She wanted to be in another ménage relationship more than anything, she was just realistic enough to acknowledge she wasn’t likely to get that lucky twice in her lifetime.She’d found her perfect matches—Jordan and Johnny—only for them to be ripped away from her.

It was terrifying to think of exposing herself to that kind of agony again.

“It’s just a concert, Wren.”Devra tugged her some more, dragging her toward the door.For such a small woman, she was strong as fuck.“Listen to the music, daydream a little about the hunk on stage, have a drink or two, and we’ll be home, hanging around in our comfy PJs before you know it.”

“Okay.You’re right.”

“I know I am.”Devra grinned.“Nola will be here to pick us up in two minutes.Get your shit together, and let’s go.”

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