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KELLAN'S POV

I wheeled the car into the parking lot of the bar that Sharon had rented for her party; louder music pulsed through the walls, and I got a little tighter in my grip on the wheel. Glancing over, Olivia would seem to get a little nervous sitting beside me, fidgeting her fingers in her lap.

"You ready?" I asked softer than usual.

Olivia smiled small and unsure, nodding in consent. "Yeah, Let's get it over and done with."

I tugged that smile back at him, left the car and came around to open the door for her. She slid out, smoothing the hem of her dress, her blue dress, the one that hugged every curve just right. I held out my arm and she looped hers through mine. As we stepped inside the bar, heads turned. His eyes followed her as she passed and something inside of me stirred.

Possessiveness.

Inside, Sharon was standing by the door waiting for us, smiling broadly and all over-welcomingly.