Page 137 of Renard's Deliverance

Remington’s whole face warmed. “Got it. Heard about you.”

“All good things I hope.”

“Good things about your work, your personality, your loyalty. Not sure I’m going to learn good things about your submissiveness.”

“Oh, I can be plenty submissive for the right person.”

“You hear anyone say anything bad about her you tell me because there will be trouble,” Renard ordered, wrapping an arm around her. “Also, you look or talk to my sub again like that, there’s gonna be trouble between us.”

Remington was built much like Duncan.

Which meant he was about as wide as a small car and thick with muscle.

But Renard wasn’t worried.

“There’s no trouble between us, man. I’m just here doing a favor for Saxon.”

“I thought you were the new doorman,” Renard said.

Remington shook his head. “Just here for a short time. Then I’ll be on my way again.”

Right.

He had questions. But he also knew this wasn’t the place. Opal opened her mouth, but he squeezed her tight.

“We don’t have all night to talk,” Renard said.

“Sure. Have a good night.” Remington opened the door and they stepped into the entrance. There were two doors. One led into the main bar. Anyone could enter the bar, well, if they got through the main door. But the club upstairs was members only.

The second door off to his right led to the club entrance. That’s where he headed. He swiped his membership card and they stepped through.

“I had questions I wanted to ask,” Opal said.

“None of our business, baby.”

“This is a small town.”

“Yep.”

“You know one of the best things about a small town?” she asked.

“Nope.”

“Gossip.”

“Baby,” he scolded.

“Come on, are you still going to pretend that you don’t listen to gossip?”

“I am not pretending. I’m not interested in gossip.”

“Liar,” she whispered.

He leaned into her. “Baby, you’re asking to go over my knee as soon as we get in there.”

As he felt the shiver go through her, he smiled.

Tonight was going to be a good night.

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