Alex’s POV
Rhys moved to open the door, and there stood Rhett, looking unbothered as ever, though his eyes shifted between the two of us in a way that made me flush. He stepped forward and did something small, something so casual yet pointed: he straightened Rhys’s collar.
“You good?” Rhett asked, his gaze flicking toward me.
Rhys gave a low grunt in response. “What is it?”
Rhett’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone easy but direct. “One of the clubs. A debtor didn’t get the message.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping as if what he was saying wasn’t meant for me. “Some guys caused a problem on our turf, and they put one of ours in the hospital.”
Rhys swore softly under his breath, his expression hardening. Rhett’s gaze flickered back to me briefly, sharp and assessing. He didn’t miss
