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“Thank God.” Leah comes in when I step aside. “I mean, you look adorable, but I don’t think that’s the vibe you want to project during a night on the town.”

“Definitely not.”

Ten minutes later, we’re walking out the door, and I’m dressed in tight jeans, black strappy sandals, and a cobalt blue tank. We take my car since I don’t drink as much as Leah due to myissues, and she talks nonstop on the way to the bar.

“I wonder if he’ll be here again,” she muses as I park.

“Who?”

“Have you been listening at all?” she demands with a huff of laughter. “That biker guy.”

“Journey?”

“No, the other one,” she says. “Jackyl.”

“Oh.”

As we walk inside, she throws an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. “You really liked that guy, didn’t you?”

“Jackyl?”

“No, Journey.” We reach the bar, and she lifts her hand to get the bartender’s attention. “Can I get a gin and tonic?”

“And you?” the bartender asks me.

“Just a Coke, please.” Leah gives me a look, and I shrug. “I’m driving.”

The truth is, there’s too much going on in my head tonight to risk consuming any alcohol. The last thing I wanna do is trigger a switch here.

“You can have at least one,” she counters.

“I’m good. Really.”

“Suit yourself.”

As soon as we have our drinks, we make our way to a high-top table that gives us the best view of the door. Not two minutes pass, and it swings open.

“He’s here!” she exclaims, but then her expression falls. “But it looks like he’s alone.”

Jackyl steps inside, letting the door slam closed behind him. Any hope that Journey would be with him vanishes. The biker scans the crowd, and when his eyes land on us, he grins.

He strides across the room, pulling his cell out of his pocket as he walks. He appears to type a text before putting it away.

“Fancy meeting you ladies here,” he says when he’s within earshot.

Leah bats her eyelashes, shamelessly flirting without a single word. Jackyl takes her glass from her and sets it on the table. Then he grabs her hand and practically drags her onto the dance floor.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll just wait here,” I mumble to no one in particular.

Might as well get used to being alone.

CHAPTER 9

JOURNEY

It is her.

“Where areyou headed in such a hurry?”

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