Aaron shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to do anything. No intimidating, or threatening, or harming him.”

“Oh, I just assumed—”

“Well don’t just assume. You shouldn’t do anything unless I specifically say so.”

“Why was I looking for dirt on him then?”

“Because I goddamn told you to,” Aaron said, then hung up.

He flopped back into the bed, releasing another unhappy sigh. If Ethan dug up a dark secret, he would’ve exposed Marlon in the club, either quietly so Marlon could leave with little fuss, or in front of everyone, so Aaron would be able to see Jett’s desire for Marlon dissolve right in front of his eyes.

Neither scenario would happen, Aaron was going to walk into the night completely unprepared. He didn’t know how he was going to react to Jett, to Marlon, to any of it, and an emotion reared up in him that he wasn’t used to.

Aaron was nervous.