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I have to be honest, I love Angel, but I think I hate this club. Or maybe it’s just the parking lot.

But the moment we arrive, the doors burst open, people pouring out of the doors.

We’re rushed inside where Hank is already set up with supplies spread out on the conference room table.

Candy stands in the corner. She takes one look at me and runs over. “I’ll get you clothes.”

“Thank you.”

Gunner, now shirtless, comes up behind me. My eyes are fixed on Angel, but I give him the briefest glance. “Are you all right?”

“I didn’t die,” he answers grimly. “But the two men who touched me might.”

Not information I need to know. “Thank you for protecting me today, Gunner.”

“You’re welcome,” he answers far more softly.

I don’t say more as I watch Hank check Angel’s wounds. “Bullet went straight through.” He pulls out this small handheld device. “Portable ultrasound.”

“Who is Hank?” I ask Gunner, keeping my voice quiet.

“Former doctor,” is Gunner’s answer. I nod like that makes any kind of sense.

Candy comes back with clothes, and I step out for a minute to put them on. By the time I come back in, Angel is being stitched up, while Knox holds a bag of blood that is being given to Angel via an IV.

Gunner nods at me. “Angel’s lucky. Only tore through muscle.”

I draw in a deep shaking breath. “He’s going to be all right?”

“He’ll be fine,” Hank answers. “Just keep him quiet for a few days, Mrs. Sinclair.”

Mrs. Sinclair…

“Are you almost done?” Angel grouses. “I want to take my wife home.”

But I shake my head. “No more driving tonight. We’re staying here.”

Angel looks like he might argue but then he gives a single nod and lays his head back down.

I’m in a long flowing skirt of Candy’s with a fitted T-shirt. I don’t look like myself, but I’ve never felt more like I fit into my own skin than I do when I cross to Angel and touch his face. “Good. Because you need to get better.” Then I lean close, kissing his forehead. “We’ve got an empire to build.”

He smiles at me. “I always knew you were a queen.”

I’m not much for muscle. And strategy is all Angel. But I’ve got enough knowledge of how the system works and which strings to pull that I really think I can help him.

Together, we’re going to build amazing things.

But most of all…I’m going to love him with my whole heart. And then trust that he loves me in return.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Angel

The shoulder hurts like a bitch as Rock helps me up the stairs. Hank gave me a nice painkiller, he’s good like that.

He’s an ex-marine who went to medical school but lost his license when he was caught helping himself to the painkillers.

Now he does work…under the table.