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Sketch swore under his breath. He asked Bear, “Do you think he stopped by the club first?”
“No.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because the asshole left me here to explain to you what was going on. And if he’d been going to the club, I would’ve rode with him there.” Bear cleared his throat pointedly as he finished.
It was some sort of man-code that there was a huge secret embedded in his statement that I shouldn’t know.
That was obvious.
Career criminals stole my car.
Correction, “borrowed.” My ass it was.
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Isobel seethed in the back seat while Bear seethed in the front. His glare kept shifting from me to her as I drove to the club to drop him off.
In the clone of Isobel’s car.
And she noticed.
Luckily, she hadn’t noticed, or had a chance to notice, her plates screwed to the back of the car.
“Someone stole this car?” Isobel asked.
I checked the rearview mirror to see what she was looking at.
Ah, the broken steering column and the rigged ignition “key” I’d used to start the car.
“I thought you were supposed to get that fixed,” Bear grumbled.
“He did. On the wrong car.” Isobel was not being helpful.
Of course, Bear noticed. “And just how would you know that?” He twisted his bulky frame around to stare at Isobel.
Wisely, she kept quiet.
“Because I fixed hers.”
Bear turned that glare on me. “You fixed—fucking idiot.”
“That’s not fair.”
I didn’t need Isobel fighting my battles. “He’s right. I shouldn’t’ve helped you.”
“You both deserve each other.” She made a noise of disgust and crossed her arms.
“Fuck you, girlie, when we get to the club?—”
“Bear!” Damn it. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted to say and stopped his dumb ass from making things worse.
“What? You have to talk to Wolf. And until he clears her, she’s on lockdown. Escorted 24/7. You’ll love that.” He fired the last part at Isobel.
“I suppose you’ll be the dumb ass escorting me?”
