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“Steph, you keepsayingthat.”

“I’m handling everything.” I gestured around the bar. “This hasn’t been easy. But it’s for us. For all of us. I’m setting up the businesses, and I’m handling Sean. Please trust me.”

There was a long pause as Harley’s blue eyes searched my face. “I’m trying,” she said. “I’m really trying.”

“Ace, the rest of the supplies are here,” Striker said. “Gotta get to unloading.”

“All right.” I looked back at Harley, and her arms were crossed over her chest, face pinched. When I touched her cheek, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her face into the touch and kissed my palm briefly.

“Are you coming tonight?” I asked.

She nodded. “Seems like it’ll be the safest place to be.”

“Might have a good time, too.”

She laughed. “I’m going back to the house to get some work done. Good luck with the setup.”

“Call me if you need anything,” I said.

Harley waved at Mia and Hawk, then left the clubhouse. Striker caught my eye and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I nodded, and he left to escort Harley home, just in case. I rubbed my temples. There was still a lot left to do to get ready for the celebration tonight. I took another swig of coffee, then headed outside to start unloading the kegs.

I didn’t see Harley all day. There was always something to be done at the clubhouse when I was there. When I wasn’t setting up for the celebration, I was chatting with clan members I hadn’t seen in a while, meeting members of the Night Shift team they’d hired with our investment money, or accepting warm congratulations about Dylan’s successful alpha introduction.

There was always something to do as the clan alpha. But my dragon only wanted to be with Harley.

By the time the sun set, my exhaustion and frustration had caught up with me. The last thing I wanted to do was plaster on a smile for more people and celebrate the launch of our business. My own reluctance pissed me off even further. This was supposed to be a big deal. If anything, I should’ve been inthe mood to celebrate Hawk’s success in pulling off this deal. Hell, he’d done the bulk of the work.

“Thanks,” I muttered to the Night Shift guy working the bar as he slid a whiskey in front of me. The clubhouse bar was beginning to fill with people. I needed to get my head together to be the present, attentive alpha the clan needed right now.

“You look like you’re having a blast.” Hawk sidled up to me and knocked his shoulder against mine. He gestured at the bartender, who slid him a drink as well. “Your good mood lasted longer than I expected.”

“I’m fine,” I grumbled. It was no use trying to blow off my brother, though.

“I saw you talking to Harley this morning.” He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “She was talking about yesterday, right?”

“You overheard?”

“No, I have eyes and a brain. What’d she say?”

“I’m afraid she’s going to go back to Atlanta,” I admitted. “Sooner rather than later. This whole distillery thing was supposed to be…”

“A big win for us,” Hawk supplied. “And proof to Harley that she should stick around.”

“Yeah. And Sean fucking ruined that.” I picked up my whiskey and tossed the shot back. The liquor burned all the way down. Fuck, I hadn’t had booze I could feel since I was a kid. I gestured at the bartender, and he poured another finger over the same ice cube.

“Can’t say I blame her for being freaked out,” Hawk said.

“That’s the worst part,” I said. “I know she’s right. She said herself she should’ve already left.”

“Damn.” Hawk squeezed my shoulder. “Well, she hasn’t left yet, has she?”

“Yet,” I muttered, then threw back my second drink, too.

“We’ve still got time,” Hawk said. “We’ll deal with Sean.”

I knew what it would take. Did Hawk? The whiskey burned through my veins, loosening some of the tension in my muscles, but not doing a damn thing to improve my mood. “We’re gonna have to kill him, you know.”

Hawk fell silent. Laughter rang out around us, but it was like Hawk and I were cocooned away from it in the far corner of the bar.