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“She hired someone a couple of days ago,” Fox added.

I waited, silent. Wasting words wasn’t my style. It had served me well when I was growing up—and in my career—since being invisible had been an asset in both environments.

Fox was used to it, so he went on without being prompted.

“She hired the girl on the spot. No application, no system record. No name, no social. Until the paperwork’s filled out and we can dig deeper, we need to get a read on her.”

There it was. The reason I was being sent on this little errand.

Maverick spoke up. “Doubt you’ll have to show it, but if the owner pitches a fit about you sniffing around, flash the lease.”

Racer chuckled. “Or turn on that Hunter charm.”

“Guys don’t need charm when they look like him,” Molly—Maverick’s old lady—teased as she breezed into the room.

She winked at me, and Mav’s growl sent a chill through my bones. My club brothers weren’t reasonable when it came to their women. They’d lost their fucking minds.

“You trying to get my ass kicked?” I muttered.

“She’s aiming for a cherry-red ass,” Maverick snarled, hauling his wife into his arms.

“What makes you think I wasn’t talking about you?” Molly shot back, laughing. Mav didn’t crack a smile, but Molly smirked. “Will telling you that Luna is having a sleepover with your parents tonight get me out of trouble?”

“Nope,” he grunted as he jumped to his feet and stalked out of the room with her slung over his shoulder.

“Lucky me!” Molly’s giggles echoed down the hall.

Fox and Stone exchanged looks, both wearing the long-suffering smirks of men who knew exactly what it meant to be whipped—and didn’t give a damn.

“Back to the job?” I prompted, not bothering to mask my impatience.

Deviant snorted. “Someone needs to get your grumpy ass a woman.”

“Doesn’t Alice know someone—” Racer started.

“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I growled. I wasn’t about to let Deviant’s wife or anyone else set me up.

Deviant leaned back in his chair. “You don’t trust Alice?”

I’d almost have believed he was truly offended on her behalf if his eyes hadn’t been filled with laughter.

“It’s not Alice I don’t trust,” I shot back. “It’s you jackasses. Not gonna give you the chance to fuck with me.”

Deviant shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“Killjoy,” Racer griped.

“Guess she’ll just have to fix you up instead,” Deviant drawled with a wicked grin.

Racer went on the defensive, but I ignored their banter and turned back to Fox.

“That all?”

He nodded. “Get a read on her. Call me before you and Viper roll out.”

I gave him a chin lift and stalked out.

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