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Dane wipes a hand over his mouth.
“You're actually worried.”
“I am not worried.”
“You look worried.”
“I'm considering variables.”
“His Firecracker is alone with our wives,” Tank says solemnly. “He's terrified.”
Everything goes silent. I slowly turn my head. Tank's grin dies.
“What did you just call her?”
His eyes widen.
Oh, fuck no.
“Nothing.”
“How do you know that?”
Koa takes one very deliberate step away from him. Luca does the same.
Traitors.
Tank glances at Dane.
Dane immediately says, “Don't look at me.”
“How,” I repeat very quietly, “do you know I call her Firecracker?”
Tank scratches his jaw.
“Dani?”
Of course. And how do the fucking wives know that? They’re goddamn masterminds is how! I pull my phone from my pocket.
Dane laughs again. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“You just got here.”
“I've seen the facility.”
“You designed the facility.”
“Exactly. I know what it looks like.”
“Mitchell.”
I'm already walking. Behind me, somebody says, “He's going to book club.”
“I'm not going to fucking book club.”
“You're definitely going to book club.”
