“A warning. We’re already on the same page, but the more you argue, the more I want to change my mind.”
“Then you definitely shouldn’t let me fuck your face right now.”
There was nothing sweet about that smile. “Okay, I won’t.”
Damn. Thought that would work.
“Going with you would be suspicious,” she said.
It was more than that. If she’d thought it was a good idea, I would’ve had her back—though her fine ass at a strip club would’ve likely ended with at least one maiming. But I trusted her professional judgment.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t relieved she opted not to go.
“But you need to be extra careful.”
I wrapped my hand around her neck to tilt her head. “You worried about me?”
“Yes.” That was it. Zero hesitation. But more of that teasing heat when she added, “We have plans later, remember?”
Christ, that shot to my dick and my chest.
“You can follow the GPS tracker,” I said, barely biting back a smile at her stunned expression. “I’ll even pocket it if you want.”
“You know about that? When did you find it?”
“As soon as you placed it.”
“You weren’t even in the car!”
“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t paying attention.”
She tapped the screen that showed the bar. “Stalker.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Wicked wasn’t my scene.
I saw it from the perspective of a bar owner. The headaches. The drama. The dancers and bartenders just trying to do their jobs without dumbasses thinking they could take it further.
That said, if I had to be forced into a strip club, Wicked would be my top choice. It wasn’t a rundown dump sandwiched between shuttered buildings. Lars ran the place like I ran Rye.
As a business he was proud of.
Waiting at the bar for him to come from the back, I pulled my phone from my pocket to text Lo.
Me:
All good there?
When I didn’t get a response, I brought up the camera to see they were busy. And then I switched to the other vantage point on the shelves because she was leaning down with her ass stuck out at so perfect of a position, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.
“Scenery so bad here that you’ve got to watch TV instead?” Lars asked as he thumped my shoulder.
“This scenery isn’tmyscenery,” I said, pocketing my phone.
“Sorry for the delay.” He reached over and grabbed a napkin before wiping at a white spot on his shoulder.
I grimaced, not wanting to think about what that could be.
