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away from temptation before I relived my mistakes. And I would be smart—just because I had one weak moment didn’t mean I should go rogue. I was worth more than a three-day dance.
    Zayn strode in minutes after Dare left, interrupting my creation of a mental list of all the reasons I wouldn’t sleep with Dare. The number-one reason—he’d swallow me whole, and my fragile independence would be gone.
    “Hey.” He gave me the nod. “What’s up, gorgeous?”
    “I bet you melt girls’ hearts all over the state, don’t you?”
    The cocky smile added to his dark charm. “When I find the time, hell yeah. It’s what makes life fun—the girl part anyway. I try not to stick around long enough for the heart stuff.”
    I shook my head at his attitude and saw the appointment book. “Oh yeah, Dare signed you up to do Fred’s back tat all day Sunday.” I glanced at the book for the time. “At nine in the morning. You even awake?”
    “That ruins the party plans on Saturday.” Anger simmered in him.
    “I can push it back, change it?” I couldn’t believe Dare had booked it without consulting him.
    “You don’t understand our life, do you?” His chuckle released the anger.
    “Not a clue.” I reminded myself I didn’t want to know.
    Zayn hopped up on the counter. “I’m a prospect, the Brotherhood’s property, until I patch in.”
    “When does that happen? And what’s property ?”
    “I am property. Any club member can tell me to do anything, like tat a guy at 9 a.m. the day after a club party. I do it.” He scratched behind his ear.
    “Why?” I didn’t understand the appeal.
    “They’re your brothers, have your back. Have you ever wanted to belong without reservation?” Zayn’s expression turned dark.
    “I get it.” It’s what made me fall for loser after loser.
    Zayn’s client walked in, and they disappeared to the back of the shop. Less than an hour later he was back, which was quick for any work.
    Once the guy left, Zayn turned to me. “Dare called and told me to lock up. He won’t be back today.” He leaned against the counter. “Get out of here, take a break while the getting’s good.”
    I deflated, not realizing a bubble of anticipation had built inside me. Dare not coming back left me frustrated but thankful. A reprieve to rebuild my defenses.
    “I have a question about hours and I hoped he’d give me some advice.”
    “Work until the job’s done.” He shrugged. “You’re overdoing it—you should stop or you’ll burn out.”
    “Not very helpful.”
    Zayn laughed and slapped my back. “Perfectly understandable, you need a tutorial.” He cracked open a pop from the mini-fridge under the counter. “Be here to do your manager shit and during our busiest times. Also, never leave if Dare or Weasel are here alone. The rest of us, it’s fine to go. One of us will always stay.” He nodded like his words made sense.
    I worked when I wanted, and when Dare and Weasel worked, and when it was busy.
    Clear as shit on a shoe.
    “If you feel totally like shit or something, call me. I’ll cover you. Or get one of the guys to do it. Jericho wanted everything in top shape, so I had to clean up everything and get the books in order so you wouldn’t leave the first day.” He rolled his eyes heavenward.
    “I appreciate that.” I stretched, considering all the errands I needed to run.
    “Hey, all part of my job as prospect to the club of all clubs.” Genuine pride sounded in his voice.
    “Why doesn’t Dare do paper or texts?” The words popped out.
    Zayn’s open smile shuttered immediately. “I don’t know because I don’t ask personal questions. If I did know...”
    Shit. Shit. Shit. Zayn was the closest thing I had to a friend, and I’d pissed him off.
    “Sorry, not trying to pry. I’ll keep it business.” I smoothed my ponytail.
    “We’re good.” Zayn stood. “You’ve been here a bit but haven’t bugged any of us with shit questions.” He wrinkled his nose.