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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Declan

Ifumble with my keysat the door and drop them for the second time.

“Oopsie,” the redhead giggles.

“I’ll get that for you,” the blonde bends over at the waist allowing her dress to ride up high on her thigh.

She hands me the keys. Before I open the door, I pause. I’m a bit bleary but have enough sense to hold up my hands, palms out. “Wait. Wait. Before we go inside, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Almost Twenty.”

I wince. “Nineteen.”

“Almost Twenty.”

“I’m gonna need to see some identification.” They think I’m kidding, but I nod toward the blonde’s purse.

“Okay, fine,” the redhead says, pulling out her wallet. I resume working on the lock situation. How many keys do I have on this ring anyway? Feels like too many. I find the apartment key again and manage to get it into the lock.

“Hey.” The redhead waves her driver’s license in my face. I stand up straight and take it from her. I squint to read it. God, my brain can’t do math when I’m drunk. She points a red-lacquered fingernail at the card. “See, my birthday is next month. I’ll be twenty.”

“Happy Birthday,” I say, flatly as I scan the license.

“Thanks.”

“Layla,” I read her name. I don’t think she told it to me.

She takes her driver’s license back and smiles. “That’s me.”

I take the blonde’s license and hold it close to my face. Sure enough she’s a year older than Layla. “Krista.”

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