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Chapter 1

Fuck, he was getting old

Well,all the tiny wohtclub in their barely-there outfits, trying to catch the eye of a bunch of overdressedold even if he wasn’t yet forty

Leaning against the loall overlooking the main dance floor, Rowe sipped his drink—at least the bourbon was older than him—and tried to relax, even if it wasn’t his kind of place His best friend had a talent for high-end, trendy clubs that served complicated drinks and played loud, obnoxious music, but this…this was familiar

Aptly named The Warehouse, the entire club had an industrial feel to it with its exposed metal beams, concrete floor and bare pipes Even thefrom the speakers The club reminded Rowe of the places he’d hit with Snow and Lucas while in the Arether

A s nostalgic now that he was closing in on forty as well

Tonight was the exclusive grand opening—an invitation-only affair that quickly becaiven some of the local radio stations a handful of tickets and Rowe had listened for weeks to the strange antics they demanded of people in order to win one

Of course, those tickets didn’t get a single one of theuest list personally, and as far as Rowe could see, it included only their family, friends, and soh, Geoffrey

Lucas had filled Rowe in on the special task Geoffrey had helped theht Gratton, the man who murdered Roife Melissa and nearly killed both Ian and Snoas willing to guess this was Lucas’s atte expression was anything to go by, it wasn’t working very well

Roatched the delicate lass in hand He was pretty in a big-eyed, elfin kind of way that left Rowe feeling like he was a slow, clumsy troll

“You’re a friend of Snow’s, right?”

“Yep”

“Any chance there’s trouble in paradise?” he asked, his voice lifting with desperate hope

“Between Snow and Jude?” Rowe’s gaze drifted over to the pair in question where they stood on the deck Jude and Ian were in animated conversation and Snow stood quietly, his eyes on Jude and his hand resting on thehim “Nope Sunshine and roses”

“But it’s been nearly a year”