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GREYSON
Blaine and I sat at the high table we always tucked ourselves away into at Shadow’s Lounge, the darker corner making it easier for my best friend to relax. I didn’t get him out too often, but the quieter bar had been one in the past that didn’t make his feet itch to head home after a single drink.
I sat with a cold beer in hand, him a glass of chardonnay as usual, chatting about daily life s**t, which I’d done intentionally to make him relax, his defenses down. For some reason, he seemed antsier than normal, but I was running out of time.
Only ten minutes remained before Lily was set to arrive, so I took a deep breath to spill why I’d really dragged his a*s out with me.
“So, that girl I was telling you about…”
Blaine shot his gaze to my face from his wine glass, his brow f
