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again, he should have known. He should have known this was going to come back and bite him in the ass one day. He had known that this day would come eventually, but he always supposed Doug’s revenge would harm him and him alone. And he certainly never imagined he would have a woman to protect when the time came.
     
    Lind clenched his jaw in anger and self-deprecation as he rode on, and he curled his fists a little tighter around the bike’s handles. He had been stupid. He had let down his guard. Before Eve, he would have been looking out for something like this. Eve was a blessing, but he realized now that she also made him slip.
     
    Never again , he promised himself.
     
    From now on, he was going to be as sharp as he had ever been. His life—and more importantly, Eve’s—depended on it.
     
    Lind parked his Harley in the street in front of Eve’s fancy apartment building. All thoughts about the canceled dinner and her suppressed anger towards the club were forgotten as he all but rushed inside.
     
    Henry, the doorman, greeted him cheerfully. Lind barely responded and made a beeline for the elevator. Horrible scenarios of finding Eve in a puddle of her own blood flashed through his head, so much so that he had to take a few deep breaths once the elevator doors closed behind him and hid him from the doorman’s sight. He tried to convince himself that she would be fine. He told himself that the threat had just come in, and there was no way Doug was going to act so fast; he would let Lind marinate in his fear first.
     
    The elevator ride was the longest Lind could remember, and once he finally reached the right floor he was out of the door like a bullet before the doors could even open completely.
     
    He knocked—or, if he were honest, pounded—on the door and waited impatiently, and when Eve wasn’t at the door two seconds later, he knocked again. And again.
     
    “I’m coming!” he finally heard her scream from inside. “Hold your horses!”
     
    He wondered if she knew it was him or if she would just yell out at a stranger. If he knew anything about women’s anger—and unfortunately he did—it was probably a little of both.
     
    The door finally opened, and Eve stood there wearing sweatpants and a tank top, glaring murderously at him.
     
    “Were you trying to kick down my door?”
     
    “Are you okay?” Lind blurted out before he could stop himself. It was a stupid question, of course, but one he felt entitled to ask given the circumstances.
     
    “If you must know, I’m pissed off,” Eve said.
     
    Lind almost laughed in relief, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t take that well. “We can talk about that later,” he said, the fleeting moment of alleviated tension already gone and forgotten. “We have more pressing matters to discuss now.”
     
    Eve arched a blonde eyebrow. “Such as?”
     
    “Just let me in,” he almost growled, shoving her aside and striding inside. “Close the door,” he ordered, turning around to face her.
     
    Eve was so taken aback by his behavior that she did as he asked without protesting. “What’s going on?” she asked, as she walked them both to the living room.
     
    She sat on the white faux-leather couch, but Lind was too agitated to sit down next to her.
     
    “I can’t go into details,” he said, “but I need you to come with me to the club’s headquarters. You’ll stay there for a while, it’s a lot safer than here.”
     
    Eve groaned. “Please, Lind, not again. What is it this time?”
     
    Lind hesitated. “I can’t tell you.”
     
    Her brown eyes flashed in anger. “So, I’m just supposed to follow you without knowing anything about what’s happening?”
     
    “You’re supposed to trust me,” he corrected.
     
    Eve sighed. “I trust you,” she said, but she didn’t look very convinced herself. “But I can’t just uproot myself every time you think I may be in danger—”
     
    “I don’t think you may be in danger,”