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Shayna
My mind must be playing tricks on me, because I could swear I heard my name being called. Then again, between the drinks Bryce insisted we have before we left her place and what I’ve had since we got here, I’m slightly tipsy.
I felt out of place the minute the bouncers allowed us entry and I found out the tight dress Bryce forced me to change into—because apparently my dress pants and silk tank top wouldn’t cut it for Noveau, the newest and hottest nightclub in San Francisco—was apparently the appropriate uniform for this place.
When I hear my name a second time, I look over my shoulder and find Brady Banks leaning over the railing from one of the VIP sections, waving us over to him.
Shit. I swore the players were bound to some curfew, so I never thought we’d run into any o
