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enter and excitedly greet me, the ones with glasses already raising them with a cheer. I break out into a huge smile as Tina, Bethany, Danielle, Lauren and Cherish take turns giving me hugs.
    “Thank god you’re here!” Tina says dramatically. “We haven’t seen you in months, ever since you started working at that hospital!”
    “I know, it’s been crazy!” I reply. “But after I put my time in, I’ll be able to choose better shifts.”
    “Well, it’s good to see you,” Cherish says, smiling shyly. I rub her arm. Some of the other old ladies weren’t sure about her after she moved on so quickly from Drifter to Hollywood when I entered the picture, but I made a point of including her so that they’d know I didn’t harbor any ill will. It’s true we did start off on the wrong foot, but now we’ve grown to be close friends.
    “Here, try this,” Liz says, pushing a glass of sangria into my hand. “I call it ‘Sangria-Plus.’”
    “Why?” I ask, and then take a sip, my lips puckering immediately. “Jesus, what’s in this?”
    “You’re tasting the ‘plus,’” Liz says, smiling mysteriously.
    “Liz, we can’t get too drunk! We’re all driving home, not to mention this is a charity meeting!” Tina says, laughing.
    “If anyone gets drunk, I’ll just get a prospect to drive you home,” Liz says.
    I smile. Liz is wonderful to the people she loves, but if you cross her, watch out. The prospects are all terrified of her.
    After about an hour of chatting—it’s tough to get moving when we have so much gossip and club business to talk about—we finally sit down around Liz’s large dining room table. Everyone has been put in charge of some aspect, but since I wasn’t here last year, they’ve labeled me a “floater,” meaning I’m supposed to help out whoever needs it.
    We run through the various elements—music, games, food and drink vendors, tents, raffle and silent auction items—and I’m thoroughly impressed by the women’s thoroughness and attention to detail. Liz asks me to work with Cherish on the food and drink. She was there last year, but as a sweet butt, so she has the least experience next to me.
    After a while, everyone’s brains are fried, and we retreat to the living room. Liz grabs a seat next to me on the long, suede couch.
    “So, I hear Drifter’s brother is in town,” she says quietly.
    “Oh my god, Liz, you know everything,” I laugh.
    “Hey, the president’s old lady has to,” she smiles. “You keep that in mind.”
    I sip my sangria. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that Drifter is being groomed to take over a leadership position in the club.
    “So, is he as hot as Drifter?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
    “No one is as hot as Drifter,” I point out with a grin, recalling our steamy session this morning. “But they do look a lot alike.”
    “Mmhm,” she murmurs, wanting more information.
    “Flint brought Drifter from Oregon with him, right?”
    “Yeah, that’s right,” Liz confirms. “Flint was the VP of the Oregon chapter, and he helped make a lot of good changes, so they asked him to come into the national chapter, and he brought Drifter along.”
    “Did he ever meet Marcus back in Oregon?”
    “Well, we had just gotten married when he met Drifter, I think, so it was a while ago, but I can’t remember. They were foster kids, right?”
    “Yeah, that’s right. Drifter doesn’t like to talk about that time of his life too much, that’s all.”
    “Well, don’t push him too hard, that’s the surest way to make a man shut down,” Liz advises me. “Oh my god, I can just remember meeting Drifter when he was in high school.”
    “What?” I squeal. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me before!”
    “I honestly didn’t think of it until you brought up Oregon! He was so different then.”
    “How? What was he like?” I ask, my eyes widening, excited to get a glimpse of him as a kid. I’ve never even seen a photo.
    “Well, I