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Remy
As Knox leapt over the counter to follow Pick toward Miller Hart, I scanned the stage area for Asher. The karaoke machine started playing a One Direction song, so whatever he’d been helping a customer do, he must’ve finished. That meant he was probably headed back to the bar. So I started toward the stage to intercept him, weaving and sometimes pushing through people to get to where he had to be.
I ended up almost plowing into him as I dodged around a gossiping horde of women, and suddenly there he was.
We both pulled up short, not expecting to see each other.
His eyes went wide with surprise and what looked like leery apprehension. “Sticks. What—”
“Oh, thank God,” I blurted over him, urgently waving him to follow me as I darted toward a huge opening that led down a wide, but
