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“Dammit,” she spat

She tried Asher

Again, no answer

The rooan to s her up A quick look back, and the leader s-to-eat-you-rin She really didn’t want to et in touch with Rhett He’d never returned her call Not once She’d even showed up at his house one night He didn’t answer the door, even though she kneas inside

But the tightness in her gut and the steady thu Rhett: 911 That was their code for call immediately

Her phone rang a second later “What’s wrong?”

Rhett’s low s across her arms “Wow You actually called me back”

There was a pause A long pause One that went on and on, with all the aardness that had been present between theht in the tropics And yet…and yet…Kinsley wouldn’t go back and change a thing It didn’t matter that Rhett could barely look her in the eye anyed her life In good ways that she’d never regret

“Are you in trouble?” he finally asked, breaking the heavy silence

“Maybe Are you busy right now? There’s souys that just came into the bar—”

“I’m on my way” The call ended

She released a breath and slid her cell phone into her pocket then shuffled back to the bar Neither of the threeher with their creepy eyes

“Sweetheart,” the leader said in a voice that stole any waruys here”

She avoided the coldness in his stare and grabbed the whiskey bottle on the back wall then refilled the shot glasses “Letelse,” she told them

“Oh, I definitely need soaze