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Her smile falters. "I'm just trying to help."
"No, you're trying to get in my head. And it's not going to work."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do. You've been making these little comments since the day Rush and I got together. Subtle digs wrapped in concern. But I see what you're doing."
"I'm being a friend."
"You're being territorial. And I'm done pretending I don't notice."
She straightens up, her expression hardening slightly.
"You're strong, Everly. I hope this doesn't become too much for you."
"It won't."
"We'll see."
She walks away and I stand there for a second, my heart pounding.
That was the first time I've directly confronted her and it felt good.
I'm not intimidated by Ciara. I'm just aware of her.
And I'm done letting her make me feel like I'm temporary.
The clubhouse is packed when I arrive that evening.
It's Saturday night and everyone's here. The energy is loud and chaotic.
I find Rush at the bar with Tank and Bozo. He sees me and his whole face changes.
Relief, warmth, and something that looks like love.
He stands up and pulls me close, kisses me in front of everyone.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey."
"You good?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Better now."
We sit down and I notice he's tense. His jaw is tight and his shoulders are set.
"What's wrong?" I ask quietly.
"Nothing."
"Rush."
He sighs. "Just club shit. Nothing you need to worry about."
"Is this about my dad?"
