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“Right.”

“You won’t admit it, will you?” Craig narrowed his eyes. He curled his lips in a sneer and glared at Paul. “He’ll see I’m the one that’s the most loyal because I helped him find the owner of his dog.”

“You did?” He kept his expression stony. “I see.” Doob was safe at the house and no one would take him away from James. Not under Paul’s watch.

“He doesn’t need that dog,” Craig snarled. “The dog is in the way. We were tight before that fucking dog showed up.”

“Animals often know what we can’t figure out.” He sounded like a guru.

“James used to have a good time. We’d drink, fuck and club, but then the dog showed up. Then you showed up.” Craig shook his head. “You ruined this. You’re just a fucking sweeper.”

“He won’t forgive you,” Paul said, his voice even.

“What?”

“He won’t forgive you for allowing that man to take his dog. James is quite loyal and he will hate you for what you’re decided to do.”

“He loves me. He’ll let me back in.” Craig snorted. “He always comes back to me.”

“You’re an annoyance.”

“And you’re fucking clueless.” Craig tensed as a police cruiser pulled up. “What the fuck?”

Paul remained where he was and nodded to the officer. “Good morning.”

“I have a report of a disturbance of the peace.” The officer left the cruiser. “Do either of you have business at this establishment?”

“I do, sir,” Paul said. “This is my building. I can show you records if you’d like.”

“He’s lying,” Craig shouted. “This guy doesn’t own this building. JP Henderson does and he’s not here.”

“I am. If I might withdraw my wallet, I can show you.” He held up his hands and waited for the go-ahead from the cop.

“Please do.” The officer stepped up to Craig. “Mr. Watson. You’ve been warned to stay away from this property. What business do you have here?” He checked Paul’s ID, then handed the wallet back to Paul.

“The restraining order was dropped,” Craig said. “I’m dating the man who runs the salon.”

The officer turned to Paul. “I have records that you’ve filled out paperwork for a no-contact order against Mr. Watson.”

Paul nodded. “I did.”

“Then, Mr. Watson, you’re not permitted to be on this property.” The officer gestured to the sidewalk. “You’d best be on your way.”

“You’re kidding. My boyfriend is in there,” Craig snapped. “I have business here.”

James ventured out of the salon. “Officer Tackas.”

“Hello, Mr. Mason. I’m here for the disturbance call,” the officer said. “Mr. Watson will be leaving now or he risks arrest.”

“James, tell them I’m your boyfriend,” Craig shouted. “Tell them.”

“Is he?” the officer asked. “According to my records, he’s not permitted to be on this property.”

“He’s not,” James said. “He’s bothering my customers and making a nuisance of himself.”

“Mr. Watson, this is your final warning to leave.” The officer rested his hands on his hips. “What will it be?”

Craig growled, then shook his head. “You’ll regret this.” He stomped away, leaving James and Paul with the officer.

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