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“No, thanks.”

Darcy, the shorter of the two, pouted, but their attention on me didn’t last long. Rez walked past me, and they were off to follow him.

I smacked Dax on the arm. “Where’s Nash?”

Our VP took a swig of his beer and pointed toward the hallway. “Went to the can.”

I headed toward the bathroom, catching him as he opened the door.

“You good? I heard you went nuts on some guy.”

“I’m fine. Listen, can you spare any pills? The cops never gave me mine back, and I can’t get to the pharmacy until tomorrow. My stomach is killin’ me.”

“That’s what you get for fightin’, dumbass.” He briefly went silent, increasing the suspense on whether I’d find some sort of relief tonight. “How many do you need?”

“Tw—four should do it.”

“You gotta be careful with that shit, Utah. You don’t wanna get addicted.”

“Save the speech. Just gimme the pills.”

“Jail has made you testy, my brother.”

I’d put up with his jests as long as he gave me what I needed. He reached into his cut and pulled out a bottle. After he popped the cap, he poured four pills into my hand.

“Are you stayin’?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s late. Grab a beer. Relax. Just don’t let your guard down if you don’t want one of these chicks ridin’ your dick.”

Nash’s laughter trailed behind him as he made his way to the bar. Darlene was already on him, and he didn’t look to be in a hurry to get away from her.

I snagged a beer from behind the bar and disappeared into one of the back rooms. Plopping down on the bed, I kicked off my shoes, twisted off the top, swallowed two pills, and lay down.

I contemplated calling Ria to let her know I was out but wanted to give her space in case she was still freaked out about what happened.

And to be honest, I needed more time as well because inevitably, I was gonna demand details about what happened between her and Will.

My blood pressure began to rise just thinking about that conversation.

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Stifling a yawn, I stretched my arms over my head. It was nearly eight in the morning, and I still hadn’t gone to sleep. I’d lain down and tried to shut my mind off, but my efforts were futile. My brain worked overtime, replaying the memory of Utah attacking Will and then creating all sorts of scenarios for the immediate future.

Would Utah end up spending time in jail because of what he did to Will?

He wasn’t fully healed from being stabbed. Did he do any damage to himself because he couldn’t control his temper?

My heart burst with gratitude when he made it back home from Mexico in one piece, but then he turned around and splintered it apart when he acted like someone I didn’t know.

Would his volatile temper be the new norm?

Could I raise a baby with someone like that?

We were supposed to move in together. Was that still the plan?

“What do you mean you’re supposed to move in together?” Evie asked, handing me a cup of tea.

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