It’s him again and, needless to say, he’s not simmering as I hoped, but obviously working himself into a demonic fury that could melt steel. On the warpath and raking the club to find me. Which means I’m not going in there for anything, not even a million dollars.

Not when he is like this.

I’m not that stupid.

My feet decide for me, turning on my heel and heading away from the club to put some space between us, where he won’t think to look. I will call him back but not until I’m out of sight and far enough away that he won’t be able to come and...