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He stood, staring at me.

I stared right back.

There were no words. No feelings. He’d wrung every single one of them out of me.

But I knew I could sign up for a lifetime of sex like that.

That scared me.

31

SHANE

I was just dressed when there was a knock at the door. It was Boise, and I went and closed the bedroom door. Kali and I had not talked after whatever the fuck that had been, and she was getting dressed too.

I went back, opening the main door.

Boise stepped inside, his gaze going to the bedroom door, but he didn’t comment. He moved to the kitchen table where I had my weapons out. I began putting them back on, one after another. My cut was last.

“Crow?” he asked.

I shook my head. I couldn’t talk about that with Kali able to hear.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. She was a steel trap, the strongest there was. But this was club business. I didn’t want her in the position of hearing anything. It was also against policy.

He nodded. “You still looking to head to Frisco tomorrow?”

The door opened and Kali came out, but she paused, seeing Boise. She wore shorts and a tank top, and her hair was loose. She pulled her fingers through the ends. Avoiding my gaze, she gave Boise a small smile and slipped into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn back on a second later.

“Do I ask what that was about?” Boise glanced at the closed bathroom door.

I grunted. “I don’t even know what that was about.” I nodded in her direction. “Ask around. She wants to get to Fallen Crest.”

“Fallen Crest? What are we doing there?”

“Nothing, but she’s got friends there, and she wants to meet up with them.”

Boise, not one to indicate emotion, was this time showing his surprise. His eyebrows went up. “We’re not supposed to be in Fallen Crest.”

He was referring to a past agreement we’d come to with people who were just that—in the past. He was wrong about part of it. “It’s Roussou we’re not supposed to go through. Fallen Crest was never a part of that agreement.”

“Still. There’s cops there. Rich folk.”

I nodded, giving the bathroom door a hard look. “She wants to go, and I’m not letting her go in alone. Not yet.”

He glanced back too. “So what? You’re the national VP. No way you’re going in alone.”

This meant some concessions. “No cuts? A small group of us?”

He gave me a long, hard look. Then swore. “Stripes is out.”

I nodded. He had history with both towns. “Grab Corvette. Roadie.”

“Me.”

We shared a grin. “No other person at my side.”

“Okay then. What do you want me to tell the others?”

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