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Rook didn’t appear concerned about Clayton. He looked resigned.

Declan spoke before he could. “Tanner and Wes rode with me. Make sure they get home.”

Ruckus lifted one hand. “I’ve got them.”

Of course.

Even enraged, Declan handled transportation.

Chief.

He looked back at me. “We’re leaving.”

“I’m getting my purse.”

“I’ll get it,” Micah said immediately.

I gave him a look.

He gave me one back that clearly said please do not make this harder than it already is.

Fine.

Declan started toward the exit.

I had two options. I could plant my feet and make a scene in the middle of a strip club.

Or I could go with him and finally hear whatever the hell he had to say when he wasn’t busy pretending I didn’t exist.

I went. Mostly because I wanted the fight. It would be a refreshing change.

Behind me, Jade called, “Runner.”

I looked back.

She stood beside the stage. Micah was already heading back from the table with my purse.

“Good job,” she called. “Work on your grip.”

I smiled despite everything. “I will. Nice meeting you!”

Declan’s fingers tightened slightly around my arm.

Not painfully. Just enough that I felt it. Jade looked down at his hand.

Then at me. Her expression changed.

I shook my head once. Rolled my eyes. I’m fine.

She held my eyes another second. I liked her even more for checking.

Micah caught up at the door and handed me my purse.

Outside, the night air hit me warm and heavy.

My ears rang after the music.

Declan released my arm only when we reached his Suburban. I rubbed the place automatically even though it didn’t hurt.