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still has my number programmed, but I don’t have her obviously changed number.
    “Chrissy?” I say her name out loud for the first time in four years. How can her name seem foreign on my tongue?
    The line is quiet for a few seconds before she continues. “Hi. I’m in Western … at this place called The Loft. Could you come down here?” she asks.
    “What’s wrong?” My foot begins tapping on the floor.
    “I just need to talk. If you’re too busy—”
    “No—give me five,” I quickly tell her.
    “Okay.” Her voice is so shallow, I dread what I’m about to discover.
    Leaving the house, I lock it up and then walk over to Brady’s Camaro. Sadie rolls down the window. “I have to head to The Loft.” Sadie’s forehead wrinkles, and she turns to Brady, who takes a deep breath. “We’ll drop you off,” he says, nodding his head to the backseat. Sadie opens the door and gets out, allowing me to slide the seat up and fold my over six-foot frame into the back.
    We drive the familiar path in five minutes. A million thoughts about what I’m about to walk into stream through my mind. When we pull up outside the dingy college bar, Sadie climbs out of the car, pulling her seat forward to allow me access to exit. “We’ll wait,” Brady says, but I wave him off.
    “Don’t bother. Not sure I’ll make it to Trey’s parents’.”
    “We’ll wait,” he repeats, and Sadie smiles. Damn happy ass couple.
    The second I enter the bar, I spot her. Two booths to the right, sipping a glass of golden beer. My body hyper-aware of hers instantly responds with a warm current that travels from my stomach to my feet. She’s still gorgeous with her blonde hair highlighted from the lone stream of light through the back door that’s propped open.
    Taking the two steps, I give a wave at Pete, which makes Chrissy’s eyes tear from mine to veer his way. Sliding into the bench across from her, our eyes lock for a brief moment. Neither of us speaks a word while we take each other in for the first time in years. “How are you? It’s been a while.” I break the awkwardness, and she twirls her straw around her glass.
    “Okay.” Her shoulders rise and fall. “Just got back into town a few weeks ago.” She never looks up, and I can feel her leg anxiously bouncing up and down under the table.
    “Where were you?” I ask, and her eyes dart to mine. They’re distant and far away from me. Clearly something’s wrong.
    “Indiana. Away from here. Not sure why I decided to come back.” Her body shifts, and she gives me the fakest smile to appease me.
    “Well, I’m heading out of town. Do you want to join us?” Not sure why I ask, other than I’m thinking getting out of town is exactly what she may need.
    “Okay.” The fact she doesn’t ask normal questions, like why, where, and who with explains the whole phone call. Something is going down, and I need to figure out what the fuck it is.
    “Let’s go.” I slide out and stand up. She grabs her purse, wrapping it around her body and slides out of the booth. Digging in her purse she reaches for money, but I quickly throw down a five to cover her drink.
    “I’ve got it,” she says, picking it up and handing it back to me, replacing it with her own five. Rolling my eyes, I half chuckle that she hasn’t changed a bit. So, I allow her take the independence of buying her own drink.
    She follows me out, and when I find Brady and Sadie practically making out in the front seat, I shake my head at what has become my life. Clearing my throat, Sadie quickly backs away from Brady, her cheeks turning pink.
    Brady chuckles. “Ready?” he asks me through the open window. Then his eyes flick to Chrissy behind me. “Hi,” he says, greeting her like the polite guy he is.
    “Um … hi,” she responds. Sadie immediately opens her door and steps out.
    “I’m Sadie.” She beats me at the introductions. “This is Brady.” She takes the task for everyone I