I had no idea what that meant. So I just changed quickly into dark jeans that hugged my legs, a fitted black tank top with a subtle edge, and boots. Maggie approved and left the room, returning with a leather jacket from her closet that she insisted looked better on me. We freshened up, finished our wine, and headed downstairs.
Razor and Wrecker were waiting near the front door, looking alert. They fell into step as we moved toward the garage again, but Maggie shut that down fast.
“Boys, you’re staying here. We’ll be fine where we’re going. Women-only vibes tonight.”
Wrecker frowned. “Prez won’t like that, ma’am.”
Maggie gave them a look that could have leveled mountains. “I’ve been handling myself longer than your president has been alive. Stay. That’s an order from me.”
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