“OK, so I’ll see you in the morning,” Scars told her. “We can meet here and have coffee and lunch, wade through the bar financial stuff in Wolf’s office. Then you and Zoe can work on the tattoo parlour numbers through the afternoon before you take the world by storm with your girl’s night.” He shook his head. “Good Lord Almighty. I hope the Curves boys are ready for what’s about to hit ‘em. Maybe I should call Jax and give him a heads up, huh? Tell him to tie up his more mild-mannered bar staff and throw ‘em in one of the back rooms for their own safety?”
“Ohhh,” Zoe said pertly. “Are restraints on the menu for tomorrow night? I had no idea. Things just got interesting.”
Jo blushed deeply, remembering Silver’s hands around her wrists pinning her down, how it had made her feel so vulnerab
