Page 49 of Wade’s Wrath

The man looked genuinely stunned. “Why do you want him to know about your job?” the man asked.

Harlow glanced at Wade. His eyes were dancing with amusement. She looked back at the man.

“I want him to know that I work here.”

The stranger's expression was priceless. “You want me to tell your father that you work at a biker bar?”

“Yep,” she said. Wade laughed, and Harlow liked the way that sounded.

The man shook his head. “Your father is going to lose his mind.”

For the first time all day, Harlow smiled without forcing it. “Good.” The stranger sighed and turned to leave without saying anything else. The door closed behind him, and the silence lasted approximately two seconds before Earl raised his beer.

“To Harlow's first day,” Earl shouted. Laughter erupted around the bar.

Harlow covered her face. “Oh, my God.”

Wade laughed beside her. “What?”

“That was humiliating,” she breathed.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he insisted.

She lowered her hands. “You enjoyed that.”

“Immensely,” he admitted.

“My father is going to murder me.”

Wade's smile disappeared. “No, he won't.” The seriousness in his voice made her chest tighten.

She nudged him. “It was a figure of speech.”

The prospect returned from outside. “Black Escalade across the street. Two guys inside.”

Wade's expression went cold. “Plates?”

“Got 'em,” the prospect said.

“Send them to Butcher,” Wade ordered.

“Already did,” the prospect said.

Harlow's good mood disappeared, and Wade turned toward her. “Hey.”

“What?” she asked.

“You did good,” he praised.

She glanced toward the front windows. “They know where I am now.”

“They already knew,” he insisted.

“My father knows I'm with you,” she said. “You’re in danger now.”

“Good,” he breathed.

Her eyes snapped toward him. “How is that good?”