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Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18 So, if you’re wondering what a test from a crazy motorcycle club president with huge trust issues looks like, the answer is a Craftsman-style mansion in Grove Lake, a gated community outside of Nashville, Tennessee. Waylon strides into Colin Fairgood’s place in his Reapers jacket, button-up, and a pair of boot-cut trousers as if he has as much right to be here as anybody else. But I immediately wish I hadn’t just borrowed a dress from Maybelline for this party when she came over to do my hair. She did a great job with my sew-in weave, and technically, she honored my request for something conservative with long sleeves that fell to my knees. She told me this was the dress she wore to funerals, so I figured it would be perfect since we’re around the same size. But I should’ve
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