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question, but yet the way he asks it I feel like it is more of a statement.
    "I don't know, Jax. It was all rumors and tabloid junk." Gesturing with my hands to leave it be. 
    "Just let me give you a ride home to say I'm sorry for being such an ass today." I give in because waiting for the bus is going to take too long. Once we reach my apartment I go to get out of the car.
    "Harper." Jax grabs my wrist before I can step out.  "Please just use your head." Condescending much, Jax?  
    "Yeah , I will," is all I say before getting out of the car and slamming the door. If that wasn't the biggest insult, he thinks I am being a love sick idiot drooling over a man. When in fact all I've been doing is using my head. Haven't I?
    It's almost 10:00 by the time I s hower and change.  I almost text Liam and tell him I'm too beat to go out. The fact is I am, but wanting to see him is winning, so I put on a short skirt and a halter shirt with a plunging back. You can see the top of my skirt in the back. It shows it all. I can't wear a bra, but the front is more fitted holding everything in place. I pin my hair to the sides so that all of my hair stays in the back. A little cover for all the skin I am showing. I call a cab and head toward the club. 
    I had put my phone on silent after the second message from Tara asking where I was at. I responded with 'I will be there as soon as I can'.  Apparently, that wasn't good enough, so she texted about thirty minutes later asking the same question. I was surprised I hadn't gotten any texts from Liam yet. I reach in my purse to grab my phone and it's not there. Fuck, when did I have it last? The library. Shit, I left my phone at the library. You just don't realize how much you depend on your cell phone until you don't have it. 
    Pulling up to the club , the line is around the block. I take a chance and walk up to the bouncer. I don't even have to give him my flirty smile.
    "You've been expected, Ms. Troy ," the large tattooed man says as he lets me in the door. I hear jeering behind me from the crowd that has been waiting for no doubt quite some time. I walk straight to Gino who lets me up the stairs with a smile and a nod. Once I reach the top of the stairs I look down the walk. 
    Standing in front of the booth leaning u p against the railing is Liam. He is laughing at something someone in the booth said. I see Tara's big hair for a second so I know she is one of the occupants in the booth. I'm just about to start walking up when a six-foot-tall model type steps up to Liam. She is wearing basically a loin cloth and a bandana.  Really, wow. I thought I was dressed provocatively .  
    She leans in plac ing her hands on Liam's chest. I see his jaw muscles twitch. She presses her whole body to him wrapping her arms around his neck and starts to sway with the music. I want to run up to her and pull her by the hair away from him, and then slap him for allowing it. 
    But I don't do either. I stand frozen watching with a pit in my stomach. I don't know if I expected him to escort her to a private room or just start bumping and grinding with her right there.  Instead, he takes her arms at the wrists and removes her from his body. Holding her arms to her sides he says something to her that really makes her mad. She flips him off and starts stomping in my direction. I see Liam wipe his forehead with his hand, laughing with the occupants of the booth. The girl brushes past me hitting my shoulder and almost knocking me down. 
    The feisty farm girl in me would have said something, but instead I ignore her and continue to watch Liam. They are still laughing. I can tell they are making fun of the girl. Liam turns his head in my direction. It takes him a millisecond to start walking fast toward me.
    "Hey , you." He beams, wrapping one arm around my waist, taking my face with his other hand. His thumb is lightly rubbing my cheek as he gazes down at me. His eyes are dark, happy as he smiles his sexy ass