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him right now. Determined to get out of here as quickly as possible,
she pushed away from the car, hefted one of the large rocks on the ground and
lofted it at her driver’s-side window.
    The shattering of the safety glass crashed through the quiet
parking lot. Trying not to think about how much the replacement was going to
cost, or the fact she was going to have to figure out some way to get her
personal items back, she yanked open the door, pushed past him and slammed it
shut as she dug in the center console for her spare set of keys.
    “Elena, wait.” He dropped to a knee, wrapping his hand
around the edge of the window.
    She glared at him until he released the sill. He stood,
shoving his hands into his pockets. Swallowing the frustration swirling through
her, she forced herself to keep her gaze focused on the small sign mounted next
to the club’s front door. She couldn’t look up at him, couldn’t glance into
eyes she knew would break her.
    “Go home, Alex. Go home, go to bed, sober up, open the
coffee shop in the morning and forget this ever happened. Forget this place
exists. Forget this world exists.”
    I know I won’t.

Chapter Three
     
    She glanced at her watch while she waited for the elevator.
Another late night in the office. Normally Elena would have been home hours
ago, but the incident with Alex at the club last week still plagued her. She
had hoped burying herself in work would put the night out of her mind, but the
effort seemed to just make matters worse. Her mind was free to wander as it
pleased and she kept questioning why he’d been there in the first place.
    Other than the obvious reasons, of course.
    An interest in BDSM wasn’t something she would have thought
he’d cultivate. Even though she’d known him for as long as she could remember,
she’d never had a clue. It didn’t change things between them, but it certainly
made her wonder about Alex strung up in her chains.
    Damn her imaginative brain.
    What she needed was a walk to clear her head and burn off
the stress building in her shoulders. Considering the fact she didn’t have her
usual outlet now thanks to Alex, she had little choice. Especially because she
didn’t have a chosen partner she could take to Sanctuary.
    Gideon hadn’t returned a single message she’d sent
apologizing for her fuckup.
    He had every right to be angry with her for leaving him as
she had. She should have never abandoned him. She’d always vowed she would
never leave a sub when they were at their most vulnerable and yet she’d done
it.
    The incident at the club still saddened her. She would have
never guessed her fallback place would no longer be there if she didn’t want to
be alone or if the warehouse wasn’t available.
    She’d worked hard to build a solid reputation at the club. A
task that had taken a number of years, since Domme skills couldn’t be taught
overnight. It had all shattered because of her stubbornness against backing
down. Something her father always told her would get her in trouble.
    Seemed as though the old man had been right.
    Asshole.
    She was frustrated by the thought a past she’d rather not
dwell on. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as she quickened her pace. The
scent of fresh-roasted coffee permeated the air and she drew up short when she
realized Perfect Shot was just down the block.
    She’d avoided Alex and his indulgent coffee. Not as though
he’d taken great strides to contact her in the past week either. With Patrick
and Allison still on their honeymoon Alex was undoubtedly busy with the
business.
    Inching closer to the wide panoramic window, she spotted the
man in question behind the counter. He tapped the excess grounds out into a bin
and absently dropped the filter basket into the sink full of soapy water.
Turning back, he poured the dark liquid into a demitasse cup and leaned against
the counter as he sipped.
    His face reflected a look of surprise. He was obviously
pleased with whatever mixture he’d