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Travis clipped back, “And I know who you are, Jim Binton.”

Jim’s brows raised. He snorted. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you. Make sure what you’d said stays true. If you’re out of the business, then we won’t have a problem. If you’re not, then… well, you’ll see.” He tapped the table twice. “Any chance you want to tell me who the new owner is?”

Travis’s upper lip raised. “You fucking seriously asking me that?”

Jim’s lips twitched, just like mine wanted to. It seemed Jim had bigger balls than I thought. “Worth a try.” His face turned serious as he leaned in a little and said, “Just think yourself lucky it’s Violet you’re wanting, or I’d be hauling your arse so fast to the station you’d shit yourself.”

Travis chuckled roughly. “You must be mistaken, Jim. Because I just don’t give a shit what—”

“Enough,” I snapped, glancing around.

Jim stood tall, his gaze came back to me. “Talk soon.”

“Yes.” I nodded. Nerves fluttered my stomach, knowing I was about to be alone with Travis.

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