Vander was next. His black hair was a little past needing a cut, framing his expressionless face. It was the kind of expression that taunted a woman to get to know the man beneath it. He wore a black suit that did nothing to hide his muscular body.

And Easton.

Her chest tightened and she felt a tingle in her belly. He was just hot. Handsome, and radiating power and authority.

His gaze found her, and she felt like the center of his universe.

“Wowser, those two are generating some heat,” Haven murmured loudly to Gia.

“Tell me about it. My bro is toast.”

Harlow ignored them.

Rhys and Saxon claimed their women for kisses. Vander nodded at Harlow, then turned to Rome for an update.

Easton gripped Harlow’s shoulders. “We haven’t found him yet.”

She slumped. God. Where are you, Dad?

“But he was spotted at a few places. He’s alive, Harlow, and seems to be laying low.”

She jolted. “He’s avoiding us on purpose?” She felt a spark of annoyance.

“I’m guessing he’s avoiding the people after him, not you.”

“And putting us through hell worrying about him.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “How could he do that?”

Easton cupped her cheek. “Calm down, baby.”

“I need another martini.”

Then he shocked her by running his thumb across her lips. “You’ll deal. You’re tougher than you think.”

“I’m going to cry later and you’ll change your mind.”

He just shook his head, a faint smile on his lips.

“Any luck with Rhoda Pierce?” she asked.

Vander turned to them, his face hardening. “Talked to her right-hand man. Wouldn’t put me through to her, but she’s agreed to meet me tomorrow.”

“This could all be a misunderstanding?” Harlow asked hopefully.

“No,” Vander said.

“Damn.” She needed a moment alone, plus she needed the restroom. Her bladder was full of martini. “I’m heading to the ladies’ room.”

Easton frowned.

“It’s just over there.” She pointed to the hall with a discreet restroom sign. “Rome checked it already. There’s no way out of there, unless you can shimmy through a tiny window and scale the building.”

“All right.”

Harlow crossed the bar, suddenly full of anger at her dad. She couldn’t believe he was avoiding her and her family. Her mom was so worried. “Dammit, Dad.”

She accidentally bumped into a man.

“Sorry,” she said automatically.

Then she glanced up and saw heavy brows over dark, angry eyes. She gasped. It was Hugo, Antoine’s cousin.

“Hey, pretty bird.”

Her skin crawled. “I’m with friends.” She looked back and saw Easton watching them with a frown.

“I know you have protection. Norcross protection.” Hugo spat the words. “Those fuckers think they own the city.”

“Leave me alone.” She sidestepped him.