That would be rude. Oh, she just wasn’t comfortable saying no to people or hurting their feelings. She glanced at the diminishing group of singles and realized she didn’t want to be with any of them. That solved her problem nicely. “I’m afraid I’m not staying for the practice part. But thank you for the offer.”
Nolan strolled into the club room and smiled at the underlying scent of sweat, fear, pain, and s*x that Z’s fancy cleaning crew could never remove. Muscles he didn’t know had been tight started to loosen.
As he crossed to the bar, he checked out the changes. A few new pieces of equipment—a lacing table, a spiderweb. There’d probably be a few other things in the theme rooms. Z liked toys.
“Hey, Nolan, welcome home!” Rising from a bar stool, Raoul shook Nolan’s hand, a grin on his
