Holy shit. He stared at the screen, knowing exactly what building she was going into. Wade wasn’t the only one who had been to that part of town. Lisa Daley had just walked into one of the skankiest strip clubs the city of Dallas had to offer, and he doubted she was asking for directions. “Gentlemen, I think it’s time we took this party on the road.”

“Thank god,” Riley said with obvious relief. “A strip club is way better than moving the rest of Remy’s sad shit.”

“Will there be naked women I get to ogle, or is this some crazy ‘rescue the grownass woman from herself because I’m a possessive caveman asshole’ mission?” Declan asked. “Because if there’s boobs and a buffet, I’m in.”

“I don’t think anyone should eat strip-club food,” Shane said. “Is that even sanitary?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “The strippers don’t touch the food. Hey, do you think Lisa’s stripping? Because then I’m totally in.”

And then Remy would punch any dude looking at her. But no. He wasn’t a possessive caveman asshole. Even when he wanted to be. “I definitely think we should figure out what she’s doing there, and that means taking a field trip. Let’s take two cars in case I need to follow her somewhere else.”

It could be a mistake. She could have gotten off at the wrong place, or maybe she was meeting a friend. At a strip club. Sure.

Was she stripping for cash? She didn’t need cash. Her family was loaded and they didn’t hesitate to hand it over. If she was stripping, then she liked to have eyes on her, enjoyed the thrill of being the gorgeous woman every male eye watched. If she was stripping, she was doing it for thrills.

He could be thrilling. Maybe she was looking for a walk on the wild side and he’d misinterpreted their situation entirely. He’d seen a polite rich girl he couldn’t keep, but maybe she was the curious rich girl he could have for a brief time. For a mutually pleasurable time.

He locked up as he followed the others out, each laughing and joking, their camaraderie easy. So why did he feel like it was all changing on him again, like they would all be different soon? Why did he feel like Lisa was going to be the catalyst for his own change?

Any way he looked at it, he knew she would be trouble. But maybe he was ready for a little trouble in his life.

Chapter Three

Lisa looked at the clock. Seven hours. She’d only been here for seven hours? It seemed like much longer. It seemed like forever.

Cherry Pies smelled like a combination of beer, poor life choices, and shrimp cocktail sauce. And desperation, though she was fairly certain the desperation was mostly coming straight from her.