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She gives me a look. "You were shaken when you told me. Whoever this guy was, it sounded intense."
"It was handled," I say. "That's all that matters."
"But you said the guy who stepped in looked like he was about to lose it."
I freeze. I didn't realize I'd said that part out loud.
"He was just… angry," I say.
"Protective angry or dangerous angry?"
I don't answer because I don't know how to explain Rush to someone who doesn't know him. How do I explain that the violence doesn’t scare me? That it pulls me in?
"Just be careful," Maya says quietly. "Guys like that are complicated."
"I know."
She goes back to her work and I try to focus, but I can’t stop thinking about the way Rush held me at my flat.
Not sexual, just close, like he needed the contact as much as I did.
His face in my hair, his arms tight around me, his heart pounding against my chest.
That wasn't just protective, that was something else.
Something dangerous.
And I want more of it.
I finish work around five and head to the clubhouse. It's Friday and I need a drink.
More than that, I need to see Rush.
The clubhouse is packed when I walk in but I spot him immediately. He's at the bar with Tank and Bozo.
He sees me and his entire body goes tense, shoulders tight, jaw set.
Good. He should be uncomfortable.
I walk over to the old ladies and join them, Gráinne hands me a glass of wine.
"How was your week?" she asks.
"Interesting."
"Interesting good or interesting bad?"
"Both."
Chloe leans in. "This about Rush?"
"Why would it be about Rush?"
"Because you keep looking at him and he looks like he's about to bolt."
I take a drink of wine. "We had a situation last night."
"What kind of situation?"
