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“I don’t want Dylan to get hurt along the way,” I said. “The prison thing is a big deal.”

“So take it slow,” Cassidy said. “Like you said. There’s been something between you two this whole time. You deserve to find out what it is.”

“You make it sound easy.”

Cassidy barked a laugh. “Yeah, I wish it was. Listen, I’m pulling into work now, but don’t leave me hanging anymore, okay? I want updates. And I’m coming up there at some point.”

“Okay, okay, talk soon,” I said. We hung up, both laughing. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Maybe Cassidy was right. Maybe I did deserve to give this a real shot. Even if it went badly, at least then I’d know, right? And as long as we took it slow, it wouldn’t affect Dylan too much.

It was a lot to juggle, but I could do it. Being a single mom had taught me to spin a lot of plates at once.

Plus, I’d dreamed about that kiss all night. The way he’d pushed me against the counter, grabbed my waist like he owned me, kissed me like he’d also been thinking about it for the past decade… My heart knew we had to go slow, but my body wanted toseriouslypick up the pace. I had to make sure I kept my head on straight. I couldn’t let my desire make all the decisions. There was far too much at stake.

I braced myself to deal with Stephan’s dangerous flirting. After last night, I was certain he was planning on making my lifereallyhard. He was probably downstairs, cooking breakfast, shirtless, waiting for me to stumble over my own feet.

But when I got downstairs, I saw the house was empty. There was hot coffee in the pot, but no sign of Stephan. Odd. I opened the fridge—not a lot in there. Not a lot in the pantry, either. What had Stephan said? People usually stocked the house for him? I supposed that wasn’t happening as much these days, since he didn’t seem keen on people bursting into the house when Dylan and I were here.

“What’s for breakfast?” Dylan asked as he shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“Cereal,” I said. “We’re out of eggs, kiddo. Wanna hit the grocery store after we eat?”

“Can I pick out snacks?”

I nodded. “Sure you can. But I get the final veto.”

“Heck yeah.” Dylan punched the air in excitement. He was a lot more awake after the promise of snacks.

After breakfast, we got dressed for the day. There was still no sign of Stephan. As far as I could tell, no clan members lurked around the premises, which made me think he was still nearby. Stephan didn’t really like leaving us alone, so it was strange that he hadn’t texted or left a note.

“Come on, Dyl,” I said. “Let’s head out to the store.”

“Where’s Dad?”

“I’m not sure,” I said.

Dylan rubbed his chest. “Maybe he’s at the clubhouse?”

“Is that what your dragon thinks?”

He nodded.

“Well, let’s swing by. We can ask if he wants anything for dinner tonight.”

“Yay!” Dylan ran out the door and jumped into our rental car.

I smiled and followed after him. I loved how much time Dylan wanted to spend with his dad—him and his dragon both. I only hoped Stephan wouldn’t let either of us down.

I parked outside the clubhouse. My white SUV looked a little out of place amid the rows of vintage cars and sleek motorcycles. I climbed out of the car and saw Stephan on the front porch of the clubhouse, deep in conversation with another clan member. I was about to call out to him, but then the front door to the clubhouse opened behind him.

A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, with long hair andveryshort shorts, stepped out onto the porch.

She was lithe and gorgeous, and if she was at the clubhouse this early in the morning, then she must have been there all night.

I paused.

Stephan had spent the night at home, hadn’t he?

I’d fallen asleep early, after… taking care of myself. If he had slipped out of the house late at night, I wouldn’t have heard it.