Page 136 of Renard's Deliverance

But he didn’t care.

“Gonna pay him back and I’ll be paying your membership from now on.”

“Actually, I can pay for my own now that I have a job.”

Her job couldn’t pay that well and she had to shell out for rent, utilities, food, and everything else.

“You can afford a membership on your pay?”

“Laken pays pretty well. I’m good with money, I can survive on the smell of an oily rag.”

Yeah.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to just survive.

He wanted her to thrive.

“Save your money, baby. You’re my girl. I pay.”

“Is this a caveman, I-live-in-Haven-Texas thing?”

“Yep. It’s also a Renard and Opal thing.” He took her hand, leading her back inside.

“Well, damn,” she said.

“What?”

“I wanted to be all angry, but you took the wind out of my sails by saying it’s a Renard and Opal thing.”

“Is that supposed to make sense?” Because he had no clue what she was saying.

“Makes sense to me. That’s all that matters.”

He grunted as they headed into the club. It was set back from the road, but he’d parked out back. There was a large fence and dense shrubbery surrounding the area to add to the privacy.

They walked up to the entrance and the door opened.

Remington Jones stepped out. Renard didn’t know him well; he’d met him when Saxon was showing him around the club and restaurant a few days ago. One of Saxon’s doormen had quit recently to move to Alaska, so he’d hired Remington.

He nodded at the big guy. “Jones.”

“Renard. Told you, calling me Jones is gonna be confusing when there are a few of us around. Call me Remington.”

“Seems like you Jones bones are invading Haven.” Seemed odd when they’d all been gone for so long. First Shaw moving back now Remington.

“Jones? Are you related to Duncan?” Opal asked.

Remington stiffened and narrowed his gaze down at Opal. “That how you usually address a Dom, girl?”

Now, Renard kind of got it. He’d been in the scene long enough that a subbie just shouldn’t talk to a strange Dom like that. But no way was he letting this guy talk to his girl like that.

“Well, considering we’re not in the club, and you don’t even know if I am a sub, yep. And, honestly, even if we were in the club and it was clear I was a sub, yep.”

Jesus help him.

Remington’s eyes widened. Then to Renard’s shock, he grinned. “Oh, you’re trouble.”

Opal’s smile widened. “That’s me. I’m Opal. I work for Laken in her shop.”

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