“You’ll be busy tomorrow.” Something jingled over my head and dropped on the pillow next to my face. Opening my eyes, I frowned and snagged the set of keys. “Razor's Edge is yours.”
The bar. When I’d refused to move into his home, and even more so to move into his bed, he’d asked me what I wanted, besides freedom.
I wanted Razor's Edge, and to my surprise, he agreed. Not just manage it but deeded it to me as well. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work. When this was over, really over, I wouldn’t be part of his pack anymore. How would I run Razor's Edge then?
For now, it was my lifeline. Something to focus on while the pack schemed on how to get rid of me. Reaching out, I snagged the keys. “Thank you,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome.”
I waited, but it wasn’t like he was going to thank
