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We both look for it, and I spot it dangling from one of the kitchen chairs.

I pick it up and show her to the exit. She heads that way without a word before we both walk out, and she locks the door.

SCARLETT

I can tellhe hates driving me to the club.

I don’t like it either, and while we both agree that this is not for me, he seems more aggravated with it than I am.

For the most part, he’s a good companion, yet when he places a call and speaks to someone about having a bunch of men meeting him at the club, my hackles rise.

That doesn’t sound good.

Hopefully, we won’t end up in the news.

And hopefully, my boss learned his lesson, and he’ll keep his temper under control.

I can’t wait for this evening to be over.

Overall, my day was good. I slept, worked out, did some shopping, and got ready for work. I was busy with my hair and makeup. And I was so caught up in what I was doing that it almost felt like I was in high school.

Those were some good times.

Only I didn’t have a man like Ewan waiting for me and chaperoning me back then.

I always thought super-protective men were psychos, and I could understand their appeal to a degree.

In all fairness, I never met one, so my opinion was based on nothing.

Watching him watch me like I’m some precious little thing makes me realize it’s second nature for him, and it’s not that bad for me.

I may be worried about many things, but being safe is not one of them. I don’t have to be on the lookout and ready to fight back if someone takes a jab at me.

He does it for me.

Or should I say, his attitude makes anyone think twice about doing something stupid.

The club has less audience than last night.

Hopefully, I’m not responsible for the low numbers. That would be a bummer.

We walk into the place like we own it before he accompanies me in the back.

His men occupy a few tables, and that may be the reason why other patrons have felt the need to pick a different venue for their nightly entertainment.

The boss is off today.

Good.

His calling in was unexpected, one of the girls just said to me. The hostess runs the establishment, and she is all smiles, doing her best to accommodate me.

She says I can pick whatever costume I want, my money is in the manager’s office, and I’ll get paid as soon as I’m done.

I look at Ewan, who only flicks his eyebrows up, a faint smile glinting in his gaze.

He probably doesn’t have anything to do with how they run the place this evening, although something tells me that he might even if he didn’t do anything in particular.

“Okay,” Ewan says. “I’ll be outside.”

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