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The door closes.
I stand in the garage staring at it until Nevermore comes beside me.
He waits a moment.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re about to.”
“Yeah.”
I look at him.
He folds his arms. “You chose the club.”
“I’m aware.”
“That choice saved the shipment.”
“I’m aware.”
“And it hurt her.”
My teeth grind. “Also aware.”
“Good.”
I turn on him. “You got a point?”
“Yeah. Don’t turn what you just did into proof that caring about her was the mistake.”
I laugh sharp. “You practicing therapy now?”
“No. I’m practicing knowing you.”
“Same thing?”
“Worse.”
I shove past him.
Hyde is at the garage entrance.
Of course he heard.
He gives me the same hard look he gives prospects when they fuck up something simple.
“Shipment’s changing route again.”
“Good.”
“Your girl?”
“She ain’t my girl.”
His expression goes flat.
