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out. “What do you mean?”
    “Paige. How long have we been friends? I’ve not ever seen you try so hard to get into someone’s pants.”
    “That’s ‘cause I’ve never had to. She’s a cool chick though.”
    The silence hurts, daggers shooting through my skin. I peer at him out of the corner of my eyes, his forehead is crinkled. “She’s a cool chick? Right…” he says suppressing his disbelief.
    “Dude, it makes no sense to me either, but I like her. Not like that, but…man I don’t know.” I shrug.
    I can talk to Adam about anything—sex, fights, sex, cars, women, fighting, but sensitive emotions are not one of our strong suits. Normally we fumble through it, but by the time we get to the sound of the bell, we completely understand each other. Don’t believe me? Watch.
    “Ah. So, you kinda like, you know?” he says.
    “I don’t know. There’s just something there.”
    “That you like or see?”
    “Both,” I answer.
    “Well, cool. Different for you but cool.”
    “Yeah. Not gonna put a ring on it, man.”
    “Oh yeah,” he shakes his head. “Didn’t think that.”
    “Good. No relationships.”
    “Yeah, I know. Hopefully it works out for you.”
    “Yeah, thanks man.”
    See what I mean? Need an interpretation? Here’s the run down: I like the girl and I’m willing to put some effort into her, but a relationship is off the table. I like strange. Different types of strange in different towns and states. They all have their own styles, and I like them all. But for some fucking reason, I’m stuck on Paige.
    The bar is small and quiet. I like quiet. It means I can feel everyone out with no interruptions. Paige and Blain are sitting at the table laughing when she takes notice of us walking in. The glow on her face does something extensive in my chest and causes a sensation that is pleasantly confusing. Actually being jubilant that she’s excited to see me…now that’s a new feeling. And that doe-eyed look on her face, well it’s downright worth fantasizing about.
    “Hey!” she chirps grinning from ear to ear.
    “Hi,” I answer cool, calm, and a bundle of fucking nerves. “What’s up, man?” I nod to Blain.
    “How was the trip back?” he asks.
    “Good except for this guy snoring.” I slap Adam on his shoulder.
    “Dude, I’m not built like you. Can’t run on no sleep,” he replies.
    I take the seat in front of Paige raking my eyes over her and reveling in her beauty. “How are you?” “Good,” she says bashfully ducking her head to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
    “You miss me?” I smile wide at her.
    Her gorgeous green eyes are frantic, her cheeks heating up. “Ha. Levi. Good one.”
    She’s wearing a grey shirt with colorful writing that drops to a V right into her cleavage. She doesn’t have much makeup on, sporting her natural beauty, and her hair is down curving around her face. Simply beautiful.
    “You look good,” I tell her but it catches Adam’s attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his eyes cut to me. Yeah, I don’t play nice often.
    Crimson red storms over her face and down her neck. “Thanks,” she says. “You look…like you.”
    She likes what she sees. I dressed up for her. Jeans instead of jogging pants, a nice shirt instead of a plain t-shirt. That’s as good as I get unless it’s a formal dinner, then unfortunately I have to play dress up.
    Quickly, Blain takes over the conversation and begins talking about my last fight. Payne was a good fighter, difficult at times, and had some good moves, but not as good as mine. Paige scrunches her nose when we talk about blood or bones snapping, but thrill and excitement splays across her face when we get into the toe-to-toe, kick-for-kick, or ground play. It’s adorable.
    What the fuck did I just say? Adorable? Damn.
    “Did you come out to the same song as you did when you were here?” Blain asks.
    What a weird ass question. “Uh, I have a few. Which one did I come out