Page 57 of The Sinner's Bargain

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

THORAN

“Vance is waiting in your office.” Cyrus pocketed his phone and faced me. “The new documents came in for Go. As well as the liquor license.”

I gave a nod that I understood, but continued flipping through a nearby rack of pants in torn and acid denim.

I didn’t see Blue in jeans. She didn’t seem like the sort, but I did like a short skirt and a pair of shorts that I set on the counter. A silk blouse followed.

“Did the fire inspector go through the club?” I asked, making my way to a display of comfy, flannel shorts Blue could wear to bed. I would have liked her in nothing, but a nice pair of gray shorts could work.

Cyrus checked the text Vance must have sent him. “He doesn’t mention it.”

“Make a note to ask.”

Cyrus’s head bent over his screen. His fingers moved to relay the messages.

He paused, brows creasing. “Did you ask Lake to come to the house? He and his crew are currently at the gates asking for entry.”

Realizing I’d forgotten to mention the cleaning crew to my head of security, I nodded. “The whole house. Starting with the main areas and Blue’s bedroom.”

Cyrus raised his head and fixed me with watchful eyes. I knew what he was about to say even before he opened his mouth. “Is she staying then?”

“No,” I retorted, meaning it. “But the house should still be clean.”

His expression said, since when? But his mouth stayed shut as he relayed the message to the front gate to let Lake in.

I added a short chemise to my pile in lacy red that’s only purpose seemed to be to cover her breasts.

A simple, black dress with thin straps got tossed to Cyrus who tossed it on the counter without question. I continued to wander and occasionally found things I liked in Blue’s size that I handed to Cyrus.

I was looking at a soft, wool coat when I heard Amari yelling in the changing area. It wasn’t so much the words but the urgency behind them that had me pitching the coat at Cyrus and rushing to find Blue.

“What’s happening?”

Amari turned away from one of the change room doors, a look of guilt darkening her features. Blue was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Blue?”

“She’s in the change room. The lock is stuck and I think she’s freaking out.”

I was at the door, hand closed over the top. I yanked several times, making the whole frame rattle.

“Blue, open the door, baby.”

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