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was living here again. She was working at Doc’s. Razor was going to be part of her life again, and she couldn’t start this – whatever this was – with lies. “Those last months, whenever I had a problem, you were the first person I wanted to call.”
    “Even after you started dating Damon?”
    “Yeah.” And in some ways, that was the most damning bit of all.
    Razor didn’t look exactly happy over that news, but he did look satisfied, like he could finally settle some long battle within himself. “I’m single and you’re single.”
    A small laugh escaped at the utter cheek of the man, so unchanged from his younger days. “Which means?”
    He stood and began to move, easy loping strides without the awkwardness of youth attached. “We can’t restart. There’s too much history, so don’t even think of trying that. I can tell you I think you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    She shook her head, starting to rise. “I’m thirty-”
    “I know how old you are,” he said, holding out his hand to motion her to sit again. “And let me say this one more time. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You are smart and can talk smack and you take no shit, but you can calm a crying kid and hold the hand of someone in pain until they don’t need you anymore. You were my best friend for a reason, and everything I liked about you is still there. The age thing isn’t an issue now, so I would like – man to woman – take you out and learn about you. Please go out with me.”

Chapter Five
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    T his had to be a mistake.
    Aaliyah smoothed her coat one last time, her hand ghosting over the hidden syringe in its usual hiding space, a small pocket she had sewn in to carry her unusual weapon. True, it wasn’t the most practical, but she hated guns, no one would expect her to have a syringe handy, and the mixture found inside could be used for either medical or protective purposes.
    Not that she was expecting to use it tonight. It simply went with her everywhere.
    Including when she was making a fool of herself.
    This was ridiculous, but last night when he’d been talking, Razor had looked so…
    He looked like a man . When he had been talking to her, she could see nothing of the boy she had known. He was sure and self-possessed, and utterly convincing, and she lost her fool mind and accepted his invitation to go on a date tonight. All day she’d repeatedly took out her phone to call him, and all day she never could complete the dial.
    A rumble pulled up outside, and she didn’t need to look to see it was Razor, in one of those old time, American muscle cars they loved around here. She was useless about cars, but she did know it was big and black and sounded dangerous, and maybe she liked it a little more than she should.
    He was waiting for her, holding the door open like a gentleman, though maybe it was also so in case she ran he could quickly grab her.
    It felt like she was out of her body. He seated her and they were off, and the car lulled her, because before it seemed like it should be possible, they were pulling up to a wooded path and Razor parked the car. “Where are we?”
    “Thought you might enjoy a walk by the lake. That’s romantic, right?” He had gotten out to open her door for her, holding out his arm for her to take, the gallant gesture twisting something inside her.
    “Maybe.”
    It was beautiful, and not the first time they had walked this lake. Razor always did better with movement, and often they would discuss things walking through woods or hiking mountains. Like he said though, there was too much history to pretend otherwise. Maybe this was the best way to begin again.
    The dark also made things easier in so many ways, let her be comfortable where staring at him from across a table never would. “How are your brothers?”
    “Smartasses like always,” came the quick reply, full of sibling affection and annoyance. “Jax makes fucking