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then turned to Reeve. She placed a hand on his narrow chest and gently pushed him away. “Wait outside for me. I'll be right there.”
    “Sure. Whatever.” He gave Saffron a quick, hard kiss. Then he strode toward the club's entrance.
    She turned back to Lydia. “You sure you don't mind?”
    “Of course. But what happened to that other guy you were dancing with?”
    “Him?” Saffron made a vulgar, popping sound with her lips. “I could tell by the way that asshole was dancing he was going to be a lousy fuck.” She grimaced. “Plus he was way too young. Like robbing the cradle.”
    Lydia sighed, recalling how young Tristan had been.
    Saffron must have heard her. “What’s wrong?”
    “How old do you think he was?” Lydia asked.
    “I don’t know. Eighteen, nineteen, I guess.” Saffron shrugged. “Way too young for me, that’s for sure.”
    Lydia gripped her keys. “Tiffany is twenty-five years younger than Douglas. That makes him old enough to be her father. But it was perfectly okay for him to have sex with her.” Anger and an old pain sharpened her voice. “Why should you feel guilty about being with a man that much younger than you?”
    “Look, hon,” Saffron retorted, “I didn't say I felt guilty about it. I just didn’t want to—”
    “A man marries a woman young enough to be his daughter,” Lydia interrupted. “Nobody blinks an eye. But if a woman lusts after a man younger than she is, the eyebrows shoot up and the tongues start to wag.”
    Saffron threw up her hands. “Whoa! Rein it in there, pardner. Where the hell is all this coming from?” She glanced around the club. “You lusting after somebody? Where is he?”
    Lydia shook her head . He’s gone . And he’s gone because I sent him away and I sent him away because I was too much of a coward to deal with it.
    “I'm sorry,” she said instead, not wanting to talk about her encounter with Tristan. It wasn’t as if she was ever going to see him again. “It just makes me mad. This double-standard when it comes to age.”
    “Hey, you're preaching to the choir here.” Saffron shrugged. “But that's just the way things are. Can't let it drive you crazy.”
    If Tristan had been a younger woman and she an older man, she wouldn't have had to think twice as to whether it was appropriate to have a drink or a dance or even have sex. She could have go on and done so if she’d wanted to. But Saffron was right. That’s just the way things were. Best to just let it go and move on.
    “So where'd you find Reeve?” she asked.
    Saffron’s face brightened, making her look years younger. “Well, after I got rid of that escapee from kindergarten, I had to take a piss. On my way back I ran into Reeve.”
    Lydia smiled. “Your old friend.”
    Saffron laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could call him that. Considering the fact I've fucked him at least a dozen times these last four months I suppose that qualifies him as one.”
    “You must like him.” Lydia had never heard of Saffron spending that much time with anyone.
    She shrugged. “He’s okay. Doesn't talk much. And when he does, it's mostly about his bike. He rides a Harley. But don't let his skinny bod fool you. He's got an amazing cock. And he knows how to use it.” She made an exaggerated shivering motion. “I get wet just thinking about it.”
    “Well, don't let me keep you from it.” Lydia blushed. “I mean, from him.”
    Saffron laughed then her face sobered. “I'm sorry, Lydia.”
    “About what?”
    “I know you didn't have a good time tonight.”
    “It's okay.” She glanced around the club then realized she was looking for Tristan. She quickly looked back at Saffron. “It's just not my thing. You know?”
    Saffron patted her arm. “Yeah, I know. C'mon. I’ll walk you to your car.”
    Once they were outside, Reeve, who had been leaning against the wall of the club smoking a cigarette, pushed himself away from it and joined them.
    When they reached her car, Lydia turned