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pouting, Rebel!  I don’t know what gave you the idea I would let you join the club, so I refuse to feel like shit because you were so misguided.  Keep looking for a job, and go back to Missy’s.  It sounds like you’re on the right track.”  I reached in my back pocket, pulled a wad of cash out of my wallet and handed it to her.
    She took it and tucked it inside her bikini top.
    “And for fuck’s sake, buy some fucking clothes.”
    “Harley, I wish you’d reconsider.  Let me just hang out for a while.  I could help out here.  I could clean the shop, or run errands or —.”
    “Or what? Stick around and keep fucking Mason?”
    She looked like I had slapped her across the face.  Closing her mouth slowly, her bottom lip quivered and tears fell down her cheeks as she stood up and headed straight for the door without another word.
    We watched her go, and Mason punched my arm.
    “Dude. Come on.  Let her stay.  I can control myself.”
    “Fuck you, Mason.”  I said, my anger at him growing as I stood up and walked into my office, slamming the door behind me.

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      I sat at the bus stop on Harry Hines Boulevard, right outside the clubhouse, waiting for the next bus to Oak Cliff.
    I had lied when I said I was staying with Missy.  When I first got back to Dallas, I had gone looking for her, but couldn’t find her.  I had spent a year on the streets, because I wanted to try to make it on my own, without resorting to begging Harley for help.
    I had failed miserably, and the streets were beyond brutal.  Almost as brutal as the foster home, but not quite.  I could live with the scary nights under the bridge a lot easier than I could with Mr. Fuckingham coming into my room at night.
    Anything was better than that.
    But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tired of it.  I had tried repeatedly to find jobs, but I had no experience and nobody wanted to hire a homeless nineteen year-old girl.  If it hadn’t been for begging people for change, I wouldn’t have been able to feed myself.  And some days, even that didn’t work.
    I was hungry, burnt-out and exhausted.  Sleeping on the concrete ground hurt like hell, and being hungry all the time was excruciating.  I had my pride, but even that was running out fast.
    Which is why I found myself here today, sitting outside of Harley’s clubhouse, my last resort.  And even he had refused to help me.
    I was grateful for the cash, but it sure would have been nice to have a bed for a night.
    I would have to come up with a new plan.  In the meantime, I was going to sit here and wait for the bus, and do my best not to think about the fire in Mason’s eyes as he dropped that whiskey bottle on the ground and kissed me.
    His lips had been red-hot and soft, which was not what I expected at all. I don’t know what I expected, really.  I really had just shown up to talk to Harley, but Mason was standing there, towering over me like a sex god with those damned green eyes of his — and I just couldn’t help myself.
    I wished I had done it differently now, though.  Maybe if Harley hadn’t walked in on us, he wouldn’t have thrown such a hissy fit and he would have let me stay.
    Instead, I managed to show him that I was just as much trouble as I always was.
    I just couldn’t seem to make anything work.  Being an adult was much fucking harder than anyone ever made it seem.  
    I took a deep breath, reminded myself once again that where I was was a million times better than where I came from and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
    Harley could go fuck himself.
    I didn’t need him.
    “Hey.”
    I jumped at his voice, my head so lost in my own depressing thoughts that I didn’t hear Mason come up behind me.
    He sat down next to me, and I could smell myself on him.  My body trembled from being this close to him again, and my breath caught in my throat.  Damn it, why did he have this effect on me?  It was exciting and annoying all at the same