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Casey
It was nice to be back at the club, seeing the little ones who’d grown in the six months since I’d last stopped by. Usually, I sat and read books or played games with the kids, acting the big sister quite a few of them didn’t have. The love I got in return? Priceless. Even after months of being caught up in my own world, the kids remembered me and filled my heart with love.
A shiver slid over me, similar to the one I’d felt the night before while dancing for my man, and my smile faded a bit while I ruffled little Johnny’s hair.
I hadn’t been able to find out jack s**t about Ricky. Nothing. Skin Tight had no clue who he was, nor did he share more than a half dozen words with him to stab a guess beyond Bostonian with his hint of dropping his R’s. None of the other dancers I’d spo
