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is much more reserved.” She shuts down the computers and turns to me.
    “What’s the Sergeant do?” Neither of them explained their roles in the club.
    “He keeps order in the club. If Judge issues an edict, it’s Easy’s job to make sure everyone carries it out. He also listens to complaints and passes them on. Michigan’s an Enforcer. He exerts the will of the club on those who won’t oblige them voluntarily.” Her eyes tell me that these are real positions, not play ones that some might toss around for a weekend. She’s warning me that these are dangerous men who have responsibility and I need to take that into account when I make a decision.
    The real question I have, though, is if I have to make a decision about both at the same time. It’s embarrassing to ask though and I don’t even know how to delicately hint at it.
    “What is it, Annie? You can ask me anything. I won’t judge you.”
    I finger the bottom of my pale blue blouse for a moment. “Is it true that Easy and Michigan are a pair?”
    A smile lights her face. “That’s what I’ve heard.”
    “So if one of them is interested and the other is sort of reluctant, what am I supposed to take from that?” Feeling ridiculous but wanting to be informed, I continue, “Easy left me a cuff. The waitress at the Brew Ha Ha said it was an invitation but when I get to the club, Michigan is clearly angry that I’m there and tries to chase me off but not before my back is imprinted with his…you know.”
    She shakes slightly at a suppressed laugh. “I think you have big old Michigan running scared. The big silent types are marshmallows inside. He’s just afraid for you to see his soft gooey center so if you’re interested in both of them—but know that it’s both—then go for it.”
    “You’re not going to tell me to stay away for my own good?”
    “Shoot, why would I do that?” She places an arm around my shoulders and squeezes me. “I know you’ve lived a sheltered life but if this is what you want, go for it. You might get your heart broken but it’s better than sitting at home alone with those awful what ifs running around in your head.”
    Before I leave the library, I dial the number Easy pressed into my hand when he sent me off last night. I could have texted him but I want to hear his voice when I give him my answer. Anticipation, excitement and even a little fear swirl in my belly as my fingers press down on the keypad.
    “Annie,” he says after the first ring. “Is it a yes?”
    I nod and then realize he can’t see me. “Yes.”
    His low voice gets even deeper. “Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive over?”
    The fluttering in my heart subsides as I try to think of an excuse to tell Father. Nervously and a bit embarrassed, I confess one of my major obstacles. “My father would not approve of me seeing any Death Lords. I’m not sure how to get away.” He’s silent for a moment and I rush to apologize. “I’m sorry. I’ve never dated before and I live with him. I want to come over and my problem is stupid and juvenile—”
    “No need to apologize,” he interrupts. “I’m just thinking of a solution for you. We’re going to take this one step at a time. Your old man was gone a couple of days this week, right?”
    “Yes, he was at a pastors’ conference in Minneapolis. He got back today.”
    “What would it take for him to be gone overnight?”
    “If he had a sick parishioner who needed him, I guess. Or a birth. One night he sat with a member who’d been having a difficult labor.”
    “That’s good. You sit tight and one of us will pick you up. Plan to spend the night.” There’s a smugness to his response.
    “Wait,” I shout when I fear he’s about to hang up. “What should I bring?”
    “Your sweet self, Little Red.”

    W hen I arrive home , Father’s in the kitchen with his overnight bag on the table.
    “Where’re you going?” I ask. I don’t have to fake my surprise because