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checkout counter, the clerk was still watching a movie as Grey left through the front door, the bell ringing in her wake, and got into her car.
    What the fuck was that , she thought as she drove away.
    I could do without Shovel, but if that’s where Isaac hangs out... I could go back, she thought.
    Then she thought again about Isaac on a motorcycle, grinning at her, maybe winking. Helping her onto the back of it.
    Stop it , she told herself firmly, and drove home.

Chapter Three

    Isaac

    On the small wooden landing inside the liquor store’s back door, Isaac took a minute. He tried very, very hard not to get violent in his day-to-day life, but when he’d seen Shovel threaten Grey, he’d barely been able to hold himself back. It was a small miracle that he hadn’t shifted right there and torn Shovel’s throat out for bothering her — after all, murdering someone was frowned upon, but shifting in The Downstairs was absolutely forbidden .
    He swallowed, closing his eyes. Any moment now, Tobias the bouncer would stand up and check the staircase to see whether something was going on, since the door had opened but no one was coming down, but Isaac still needed a moment.
    Grey . That was her name. He felt like he couldn’t control himself around her, like he wanted to take her in his arms, bury his face in her beautiful blond hair, feel her chest rising and falling against his own.
    He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in years. Not since he’d met Dane, and those feelings had been different. Just as strong, but different .
    What kind of kindergarten teacher plays back room poker with the lowlifes of Rustvale ? He wondered, thinking of seeing her standing there, in a sundress and cardigan, looking every inch the sweet, perfect young woman.
    I don’t think Grey’s a very good girl , Isaac thought wickedly. In fact, I bet she can be pretty bad.
    He grinned at the dark, then headed down the stairs, nodding at Tobias. The bear shifter didn’t bother to frisk him — he knew that if Isaac wanted to hurt someone, he didn’t need weapons.
    Tobias nodded back.
    The poker game had started up again, though it looked like it was going to be a slow night, since Shovel and Grey were both gone. In the corner, Pete hadn’t moved, though Isaac could practically feel the other man’s eyes tracking him as he moved through the room, around the table.
    “All right,” he said, sitting opposite the older man. “Where were we?”
    “Almost finished,” Pete said lightly. He leaned back in his folding chair, one hand resting on the notebook that he kept with him constantly. “We were discussing the split for your match.”
    Isaac suspected that Pete thought the entire fight was just a dramatic negotiating ploy. After all, that was just about the only way Pete was capable of seeing the world, as one person against another. He was always figuring out who had the upper hand, who had a better position, even just standing in line at the grocery store.
    “I believe I was saying that I need it to be 60/40 for it to be worth my while,” Isaac told him.
    Pete seemed to take that in stride, looking down at a yellow pencil that he turned between his fingers.
    “That’s after expenses, of course,” he said. “We’ve got to pay for the space, for setup, the referee, all that.”
    “Of course,” Isaac said. He leaned back in his chair, mimicking Pete’s body language. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”
    “It’s your last,” Pete said, his voice barely above a murmur.
    “That it is,” Isaac said. “And that’s why I need a 60/40 profit share.”
    Pete went silent again.
    Don’t say anything , Isaac told himself. You know better than that. Everything with Pete is a tactic to get you to offer to take less money. Everything.
    Isaac still remembered the first time he’d dealt with Pete. It was after he’d left home at seventeen, and he was going from ranch to ranch, farm to farm, looking for work. One of the farms was Pete’s, and