Blake was storming from the office and back down the stairs before I could contemplate why he was upset. I was the one who was justifiably angry right now! But that didn’t matter, I reminded myself. All that mattered to Blake was Blake and his goals. He cared for no one except for himself.
I followed him, not saying another word. He sat in his same chair, and rather than taking my own, I sat on the opposite side of Dallas. I was still burning with anger over being used in this situation. The further I am from Blake, the better.
One thought I kept repeating in my mind: I wish I had never met Blake Detroit. I wish I had never come back to this stupid bar, this forsaken club.
Joe and Dallas looked between Blake and I like we were both on fire. Neither one of them was about to dare raise a
