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    “Reagan?” Adam said my name again with a worried expression that made me feel guilty for ignoring someone who was once a really good friend.
    “Yeah, I’ll stop by.” I didn’t know why I agreed. There had always been something about Adam. I was never attracted to him, but he had a way of suckering me in. The boy gave good woo.
    “That’s all I ask.” Adam wrapped me in his arms. The hug was oddly comforting, considering I hadn’t been really hugged by a man in…too long. No need to put a time on that in particular, but that hug was the reason I showed up at the bar. That and the promise. I make an effort to keep my promises. Being let down too many times by someone who doesn’t keep his word will do that to you.
    A crowded bar had never been my idea of a good time. Too many drunkards made me nervous, but tonight my anxiety stemmed from more than just the possibility of an out-of-control crowd. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking that immersing myself in Adam’s world came at a huge risk.
    I stepped through the door and found a sea of people already there even though it wasn’t that late. The bar was dingy, like he mentioned. I could immediately see why he wanted to renovate the place. Instead of continuing to stand around and take in the poorly kept building, I headed straight to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender was wild and obnoxious looking, and I immediately liked her style. I never had the guts to dye my hair or wear revealing clothes like she did. Her confidence was apparent, making me immediately respect her and maybe even envy her a bit.
    She slid my beer across the scratched wood surface and moved on to the next customer without batting an eye. I sipped delicately, still taking in everything when my name was shouted over the roar of the music.
    “Reagan!” I turned to find Adam smiling and making his way through the crowd toward me. “You came.” He greeted with a hug.
    “I told you I would.”
    “I figured you were only saying that to get away from me.”
    Hmm…perceptive man, aren’t you, Adam?
    “Honestly, I considered it,” I admitted. “Cool place.”
    “It will be, but it’s nice of you to say that. We are going to re-do all the woodwork and build a stage over there. I want to change the lighting and make it less biker bar and more upscale to pull in a younger crowd.”
    “We?” I foolishly asked.
    “Yeah, um…” He looked over my shoulder, so I turned and came face to face with my past, the very one I had been trying to avoid since he broke my heart. He was smiling down at a beautiful blonde and then he kissed her in a way that was not really appropriate for public consumption. Of course he had a girl. He always had someone. My foolish heart jumped up in my throat. How could it still hurt to see him with someone else?
    I wished I could say I was surprised to see that he was with a girl, but why would I be? Blondes were his type. The only consolation was that when he turned our way, he looked just as surprised to see me, judging by the dumbfounded expression on his face. I was sure mine matched his as I worked to school it into a bored one instead. My muscles refused to cooperate at first because my whole body had gone into some kind of shock. I feared my face was giving away my fear and discomfort, so I quickly turned back to Adam.
    “Maybe you should go say hi,” he said with a sympathetic tone. Clearly he knew more than he had originally let on. This had been a setup.
    I was considering punching Adam in the stomach just to let out some of the boiling emotion, but I refrained. Instead of acting on impulse, training told me to turn the other direction. I ended up marching right out of the bar and was heading up the sidewalk to where my car was parked when he called my name.
    “Reagan.” I kept walking, knowing exactly whose voice that was. “Reagan, stop!”
    My body halted its movement, and no matter how many times I told them to go, my legs