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“Good.”He nods and goes back to his business while I lead all the wasted girls into Dylan’s Mercedes.

“Put on some good music. I want to jam out, and then we need a better place. I can’t believe we drove all the way out here for nothing.”

“I heard there were hot bikers here, and there were, but someone had to freaking ruin it with her big mouth,” my cousin’s other friend Erica said.

I check my rearview mirror, and I catch a sedan I thought was following us earlier to another bar in Dallas. Did Lillian’s fiancé send someone to watch us? He can be a bit jealous, but he trusts her. Maybe he’s worried about her safety, or maybe I’m just crazy.

Chapter Five

Dylan

“I kept my distance, sir, and she didn’t see me,” Timothy says.

“Good. Where is she now?” It’s nearly three in the morning, and we have a function to attend tomorrow night. She’s my plus one—as my assistant, of course, but it will be the first time I’ve brought a woman with me.

“Dropping off the bride and the one you fired.”

“She was with them?”

“Yes.”

“Yuck. Remind me to sell that vehicle in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Or burn it.” I hate that woman. Something about her disgusts me, and it isn’t just that she sleeps around because people have sex every single day. I’m still pissed about my copy room being defiled. Hell, I would love to have taken Harley inside there if I’d caught her there alone and I wasn’t fucked up in the head.

“A bit extreme. Selling it would be the best thing to do.”

“Very well. First thing Monday morning, I want it listed.”

“Yes, sir. Oh, she’s on the move again.”

“Good. She should be coming home now.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but…”

“Then don’t pry. If you know what’s good for you, just drop it.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s nearly four when she comes through the door, creeping in, but I’m standing there with a glass of whiskey on ice.

“Did you have a good time, Harley?”

“What are you still doing up?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I did, Daddy. Am I grounded?”

“Were you drinking?”

“No, of course not, but you’re waiting up for me and interrogating me.”

“As it happens, I don’t sleep well.”

“Oh, well. I’m home safe, and I only had Cokes while we were out. I was the best designated driver. I didn’t even kick any of my passengers out when I wanted to toss them out.”

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