Scrolling further, she came to the meaning of Club TEN29 and sucked in a startled breath. The words were brief but impactful: Club TEN29 is named in memory of Levi Bennett, who died in a tragic accident on October 29, 2009, beneath the photograph of a young man who appeared almost identical to the older photo of Landon Bennett. They must have been twins. How tragic and sad, she thought, closing out of the website.

But not before taking one last lingering look at Jason and feeling a sense of regret for what might have been if her situation had been different and she’d been free to see him again.

She made a note to go to a gas station and order a new tire for her old van and get the others checked before turning her attention to ordering supplies for her shop. Incoming orders were coming in surprisingly quickly, and she was thrilled with her slow but steady growth and return clientele.

After she finished her paperwork, she showered and dressed in dark jeans and a sweater, pulling on her lightweight puffer jacket for the day, and loaded up her van again with her candy. She stopped to open the shop for Kelsey. While her intern handled sales, Faith would drop the baskets off at various local businesses. If she didn’t do it today, the candy would start to go stale, and she didn’t want anything to go to waste. She was operating in the black by being careful.

She spent the day working, and though she wished she could say she’d put Jason Dare out of her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, his tight ass, and the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. But she reminded herself that he didn’t need trouble in his life and that’s what she was running from. Trouble in the form of her brother.

* * *

Jason had texted his partners, telling them he wanted to meet in the morning at the club, which was why he was walking upstairs inside the darkened venue at noon the next day. The guys had been up late, so Jason had pushed the time to a more reasonable one. If it had been up to him, he’d have been here by nine.

He joined them in the large space they occupied as their shared office, when they weren’t holed up in their individual private rooms, to find the guys in jeans and tee shirts, both Landon and Tanner guzzling coffee and glaring at him.

“This had better be worth dragging me out of bed,” Tanner muttered. “I’m fucking beat.”

Landon yawned. “What he said.”

Jason wasn’t surprised. Landon was a man of few words.

Jason flipped on the overhead lights, guaranteeing his friends perked up. He waited for the cursing and groaning to end before he gestured through the window that overlooked the main staging area below.

“Imagine an A-list artist performing on stage. Now picture the lines to get in. A Miami vibe in New York. A whole new TEN29.” He gave his pitch, short and sweet. “So much stronger than come on in and dance,” he added for good measure.