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“I don’t keep track of Steele’s movements.”

“You don’t need to keep track of mine either!”

“That’s where we’ll have to disagree. Yeah, I think I do. Which is why I still think you need a GPS tracker.”

“I don’t think you can legally make me wear one.”

“I’m not sure we’ve ever been that concerned with the law, have we, Steele?”

“Nope.”

She glanced over to find the big man resting back on the couch, arms crossed behind his head, watching them both like they were his favorite TV show.

“This is the thing, sweetheart. We both have enemies. One of them could have gotten into Pinkies and taken you and we’d have no idea where you were.”

“I think that’s unlikely, right?” What kind of enemies was he talking about? And why would they kidnap her?

“It could still happen.”

“But why take me? I mean, why wouldn’t they take one of the dancers? Or the bar staff?”

“Why take you? Because you mean more to us than all of them combined.” This came from Steele. But when she glanced up at Grady, she found him nodding in agreement.

Okay, that was unexpected. “I mean something to you?”

“Yes,” Grady replied.

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Grady was breaking all the rules right now.

This right here was part of the reason they’d made this rule. So that neither of them stepped over the line with an employee. Because they’d have to face them again and again. And because they might think they meant something more than they did.

Effie actually did mean something to him, and it wasn’t right to lead her on. He knew that Steele didn’t want a serious relationship.

“Grady?” Steele asked in a low voice.

He glanced over to see the other man staring at him curiously.

Grady stepped back, away from her, and straightened his clothes.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” she whispered. “How . . . how do I mean more to you?”

“Because we want—”

“Because we work closely with you,” Grady interrupted Steele, knowing what he’d been about to say. “That’s why you mean something to us.”

Steele shot him a frown. If they were going to change the rules, they needed to discuss that first. Not jump in when feelings and emotions were heightened. That would just create a mess.

Grady didn’t like messes. He liked things tidy and orderly.

“There are going to be some rules.”

Steele groaned.

“Rules? What do you mean? For working here?” she asked.

“Yes.”

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