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“And he should be impressed at the way you’ve illegally infiltrated his phone and this club.”

“I haven’t infiltrated anything.” Then I put my index finger to my lips to tell him not to talk about that. You never knew if they had audio surveillance.

But it was exactly my hacking skills that helped me corner Tyran over the last few months.

He leaned closer and whispered, “You’ll be banned for life after this.”

I laughed under my breath. “Only if I get caught.”

Kai’s mouth twitched. “I suspect the moment he kisses you, he’ll connect the dots.”

I smacked his arm. “Then we just won’t kiss.”

He didn’t answer because we entered the large space and didn’t want to be overheard by the wrong person. Instead, we shouldered our way through the crowd.

This club wasn’t an enormous, glittering space, but it oozed with money, dark deeds, and sin.

The shades of burgundy, gold, and black dominated the room while inviting velvet couches sat at the edges, surrounding the space. And stretching along the far wall was a long bar made from black wood, its surface gleaming beneath rows of low-hanging brass lamps.

“The Callahans have excellent taste,” Kai remarked while we both glanced around, soaking it all in.

My pulse kicked hard and fast. Maybe it was because I wasn’t supposed to be here, or maybe it was the anticipation of seeing Tyran soon.

Kai nudged me. “Stop staring with those innocent wide eyes.”

“I’m just taking in the ambiance.”

“Sure you are,” he said, his tone full of sarcasm.

I turned toward him.

“Have you ever seen a place like this?” I lowered my voice. “It’s so… erotic.”

Kai’s grin widened.

“Jesus, sometimes I feel like your parents kept you too sheltered.”

“Shut up.”

I rolled my eyes and turned toward the bar. We slid onto velvet stools, then placed our elbows casually on the bar.

“I think we look like we belong here,” I whispered under my breath, looking at the glass behind the counter that reflected the room. I hoped for a glimpse of the familiar face.

“What can I get you?”

I jumped in my seat, but luckily Kai kept his cool and looked at the bartender with one of his “melt your panties” smiles.

“I’ll have a scotch, no ice. My friend will have a cola.”

“With vodka,” I added. “Vodka cola.”

Kai glared at me and waited for the bartender to disappear before he hissed under his breath, “You’re underage.”

I shrugged. “So what? I’m not drinking soda in a club like this. It’ll make me stand out.”

“Oh, because you’re so blending in,” he muttered. “That red dress and those red shoes scream hooker.”

“Thank you.”