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Callum stilled at that. “Ah.” Silence fell, and I thought we were done.

“Don’t overthink it,” Callum said at last. “You looked good out there.” He tipped his chin toward the corridor where Quinn had disappeared earlier. “And you’re still watching the door.”

I hadn’t realised I was.

I forced my gaze back to the floor. “I’m not.”

“Rivers.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Two scenes.” Callum’s tone was thoughtful. “That’s not reckless, but it’s not your usual either.”

I met his eyes. “I said this once to you, but apparently I need to repeat myself. I’m not interested in breaking someone open just to patch them up again.”

Callum studied me for a long moment. “Good.”

“Is that what you wanted to discuss? My scene with Quinn?”

He chuckled. “No, but I couldn’t resist mentioning it. We’ve just had a call from Eli Jameson.”

I frowned. “One of the owners of Secrets?” It was a BDSM club near the docks, run by Eli and his sub Jarod. Not that it was competition for Obsidian—it simply meant there were enough clubs for all the kinky men who needed one.

Callum nodded. “He said some friends are visiting from up north. They’re interested in doing a demo for us next week on Saturday night. I know it’s short notice, so we’re texting all members.”

“What kind of demo?”

He grinned. “All Eli said was it would be good.”

I chuckled. “Very intriguing. Who are the friends?”

“Leo and Alex Hart. Leo’s a Dom, joint owner of a club in Manchester. I went there once, when I was on a business trip. The place had a good feel to it.”

I stared at him. “Same name?”

Callum nodded. “They’re married. Alex is Leo’s sub.”

Now that was a dynamic I hadn’t seen at Obsidian. There were a few guys with husbands or boyfriends, none of whom were into the lifestyle but were happy to let their partners play.

“Okay, I’ll be here.” This I had to see.

“Good.” Across the room, someone called Callum’s name, and he clapped my shoulder once. “One last point about Quinn.”

I sighed. “Seriously?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.” Then he moved away.

I remained where I was. The club hummed around me the way it always did, the air filled with murmurs—or louder noises—and the smell of leather, but it felt different.

I glanced at my phone.

No text yet.

I told myself that didn’t matter.

And yet when the door opened briefly for someone arriving late, my eyes lifted automatically, just in case Quinn had decided to return.

Okay, that was new.